Otherwise, I mainly puttered/mooned about until it was time for K, Threeorfour and Five to come over for the gingerbread house decorating gig. They arrived in a bustling flurry, in surprisingly nice velvet dresses, given the massive amounts of gooey frosting on stand-by. K sighed, explained there was a suddenly necessary family portrait appointment and said she wasn't worrying about the clothes. We got down to it. Meant to take snaps, but was having fun just watching.
Even after the candy roof tiles had been affixed, the sugar storm did not relent. It's a wonder no roofs caved in.
Midway in, Five announced with some urgency that we had better put these cookies in the oven before they came alive and ran away.
"Mmm, these aren't raw -- they have already been baked, I don't think they're going to come alive."
"But there was a gingerbread man and he came alive because they didn't bake him fast enough~~"
"I have made these before and they have never come alive, I think we're good~~"
"But they could, it could happen~"
"...run away" intoned Threeorfour.
I changed tactics: "Well, there are four of us, I bet we could stop him."
She cocked her head. "There weren't FOUR...but no one could catch him. Except the fox! The fox could!~"
"Foxes are good at that, they're fast," I agreed. Attention shifted. More sweeties, a couple trees, reindeer and an elephant* were likewise slathered and festooned. Between the slathering and licking and spooning, the icing was rapidly diminishing. The adults suggested that if there were less on the current cookies, more cookies could also be decorated. This was largely dismissed. "You'll need to go to the STORE to get MORE," Threeorfour decided. I issued a counter-dismissal.
|Sweetie GHoST cookie! Scaring all the other cookies on the plate! Wooooooooooooooo!|
We all petered out roughly at the same time. Well not really true: the kids were pogo-ing with frenetic energy. But they accepted the end of the gingerbread time with grace, or ready distraction. They wandered about my living room, asking to see things. Wind up ice bat became the next star. They raced him across the coffee table (though not against anything else), shouting frantically at him: "Go, Sweetie! Go Daddy, you CAN DO IT! oh-no-he's-going-to-go-off-a-cliff!!! Go honey!!!!"
"Come to our house and play with us. You never well you sometimes but not a lot, when will you come over?" Threeorfour peers into my face.
"And bring him," says Five, pointing to ice bat. "Remember to bring him."
|He took up residence shortly after they left.|
...And on a More Artful and Infinitely Tastier Note
Heartfelt thanks to Cookie Santa!
What a lovely, lovely package to receive.
|Impressive in their dainty beauty and variety!|