Holiday traditions are great and wonderful, but children have the right idea. It should be fun. We made a gingerbread house this weekend and the best part was doing it wrong. We had a kit, of course. The instructions said to put the four sides together with frosting and then wait ten minutes.
I asked the four year old little girl to my left if she wanted to wait ten minutes to decorate the house while the frosting “set” and she said, “No. I want to do it now.” She proceeded to try to open the bag full of colorful candies. The four year old boy next to her watched expectantly. I thought, “Oh whatever.”
We proceeded with abandon and glee. All three of us.
I opened the bags of candy. I put frosting on the walls, carefully at first, and then well, I did the best I could.
I held the walls together while the children started putting candy on the walls. The little girl, oh so carefully and in a pattern. The little boy, not so much so. They each had their own ideas of how to proceed.
The children giggled as they put a candy on the gingerbread wall and oh so casually put some into their mouths. One on the wall, two in the mouth, giggle, giggle.
“Hey!, Wait,” I pretended to be oh so offended. Giggle, giggle, giggle, “You are eating the candy. I see that! That’s for the house!” Giggle, giggle, giggle. I joined in. The sound of little children’s laughter does that to me, especially when I am being extra silly. We continued and that poor little house did not have a whole lot of candy on it.
It was finished and I told them I would get my phone to take a picture. I turned around and when I looked back, I found two small children sitting ON the table, each working on eating one wall of the house. Both with faces covered in purple frosting and the happiest looks on their faces. I started taking pictures. How did I get so lucky to have these two little ones in my life?