Several years ago, when L was very young and our only child, him and I tried to make a gingerbread house at Christmas. It was a complete failure and I've never attempted it again. Well, this year I decided that maybe it was a fluke all those years ago, and we had Frosty (the Elf) bring the boys a gingerbread house.
Spoiler alert: That disaster all those year ago? It was not a fluke. I have decided gingerbread houses are not meant for mere mortals, and they are actually quite impossible.
But regardless, the boys has a blast making it (and eating a lot of the candy as they went!)
Hey, it doesn't look like the picture, buy it's our little run down, probably a foreclosure, definitely neglected gingerbread house!