Yesterday Mom cut out and baked the pieces to a gingerbread house, and we put it together and did a little decorating with Manda and Connor.
However, all was not quite right with the gingerbread, and today, when Mom and I put the roof on...
As I said to Uncle Steve on the phone, "Yeah, I guess it'll fall apart and we'll have to eat it. Darn!"
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