G is for Gingerbread

We have been learning the letter "G" this week, and finally got to make use of a gingerbread boy pan I picked up at an after-Christmas clearance sale.

 

Logan's method of decorating is to push the candy in as far as you can - that way, you get icing on your fingers that has to be licked off!

 

I also got a silicon tray of gingerbread minis, so we made cookies out of those.

 

Even gingerbread men need minions.

 

C. and S. love 'reading' the story of The Gingerbread Man on Starfall, and as ours were baking, we talked about what would happen if they came to life. This is the story they dictated to me, together:

 

One day, C., S. and L. made a gingerbread man. Then we cooked him. Then we opened the stove then the gingerbread man popped out and it ran away. Then C., Mom, S. and L. were chasing the gingerbread man. We were saying "Come back here", cause we wanted to eat him cause we thought he was good stuff, so we wanted him to eat.

 

Then he ran all over the place and we kept saying, "Come back here, you stinker-butt!" Then the gingerbread man said, "Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man." He fell down and we caught him in a net and the gingerbread man just popped out again and he ran as fast as he could and we ran as fast as we could and the gingerbread man stopped at a wolf and then he ran again and the wolf and the fox were trying to catch him and we said, "Good boys!" and the wolf and the fox caught him and they threw him to us and S. held him on her back and she flew away.

 

When we got home he took the clock down and S. took it away from him and put it back up. He wanted a clock for his house. Then God made us another clock so the gingerbread man could have a clock for his house.

 

The End.