For several days the wife, kids, and grandkids have been constructing a gingerbread village. Last night they all gathered at the kitchen table while the boys watched some college hoops. I really didn't pay much attention until I got up to get a glass of water and noticed my granddaughter had her head under the table cloth. When she emerged, her cheeks looked like those of a chipmunk.
While she had a pretty good start on the gingerbread house, it was obvious that much of the construction material was ending up in her tummy.
It was hard not to laugh at this icing covered construction worker. All the crew did a wonderful job on the village and now it adorns the dining room where Christmas dinner will be spread.
