A Gingerbread House and an Angel

 I asked Angel a few weeks ago, "Did you ever make a gingerbread house when you were growing up?"

His very kind and politically correct response was: "Heck no! Mexicans don't make gingerbread houses!!"

So, obviously, I decided that it was my role to expand his experience of traditions from cultures outside his own, and I bought us a gingerbread house kit to put together. The results of our building project are pictured above. I don't think that the makers of the kit really intended for the gingerbread man to be balanced on the roof, but he's my favorite part. We're not sure if he's a gingerbread Santa or a burglar--but then again, it's always hard to tell those two apart!

I also love our front-yard snowman with evil red eyes and spiky green hair.

But guess what?? The day after we made the house, I came home from school to find this:

The house did not have a back door when we made it! Angel cut it out and ate it while I was gone, figuring that since it was at the back of the house, I wouldn't notice the gaping hole.

But I noticed.