You might think someone my age would have made a gingerbread house by now, but somehow that craft has eluded me—until this week. On Wednesday morning, Samuel and I built a little snack house together. We had a blast. I think he ate as many Froot Loops and M&Ms as he applied to the structure. Some of the “construction materials” wound up on his face, to good effect.
Not satisfied to make just a house, Samuel wanted to make a fire house for his firetruck and firefighters. He’s quite delighted with his effort. I’m just delighted that the memory of our time together during the project exceeds our collective artistry. 😊 Seriously, I get a little choked up when I look at it now because we had such a sweet time together. In more ways than one.
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