My sister gave us a gingerbread house kit for Christmas. Zeke was super excited to make his own gingerbread house, but Aaron and I were so sugar-overloaded from Christmas that we couldn't even think about taking on that project until about mid-January. We finally did it at the end of January on a Sunday evening. Zeke was the architect, Aaron was the contractor, I was the supplier of building materials, and Nora was quality control.
Right after I snapped the pictures, Zeke bumped the table and - earthquake! - the house collapsed. And the eating commenced.
Supplier's note: your house is only as good as your materials, right? When you start out with store-bought gingerbread that is shelf stable for months, well, it tastes like it's shelf-stable. However, the frosting was homemade (I just couldn't bring myself to use the toothpaste-consistency 'frosting' glue that comes in the kit), so that helped the taste if not the structural stability.





