my gingerbread boy crept over to me as quiet as a mouse; he wanted to make a gingerbread house.
i wasn’t quite ready, so i said gingerly, “get all the pieces ready and please wait for me.”
the gingerbread boy just couldn’t wait. i put down my work and turned to my 5 year old date.
the gingerbread boy did such a good job even though some of the gingerbread people were unfortunately hit by the mob.
to my gingerbread boy: i love you, you bring so much joy!
