But I could take it or leave it. Although he tells me if I had gingerbread the way his mom used to make it I would be a convert. I'm not so sure.
Since he loves it and I don't, he makes a big batch of gingerbread men every year with the kids.
Everybody together now - "Awwwwwwwwwww! What a wonderful man!"
Back off, people! He's mine!
Anyway, last Sunday Dan and the kids made gingerbread men while I worked on the Christmas cards.
We had the fire going, Christmas music playing in the background and the tree lights shining.
I know that sounds idyllic but don't get me wrong.
The kids bickered, flour flew everywhere, Dan got frustrated with the dough and I lamented that the stamps cost more than the cards.
But to me, it was a perfect afternoon.