gingerbread train.

We changed it up a little this year compared to last year, since P is into trains and all.


We iced and decorated. I went to work. Came home. And all of the "decorations" were piled in the caboosey and the icing was half eaten. When questioning my toddler about the destroyed gingerbread creation, his response was simply, "Well, daddy wasn't paying attention, so I ate the icing. It was yummmmmy."

True story, folks.