Sugar Coated

This morning's gingerbread extravaganza was, well, not pretty. Claire, Jack, and Wynham argued over architectural integrity. They argued over who got better building supplies. They refused to share. They ate more of the decorations than they used on their houses.

I have never seen so much sticky stuff in so many places: hair, clothes, faces, floor, trunk of the car. When I got Jack home and removed his pants, they stood up by themselves. All that, topped off with a sprinkle of powdered sugar for a snowy effect. Like I said, not pretty.