This year we tried to make gingerbread ornaments for the tree ala Tasha Tudor. Now, I’m certainly not the perfect icer of anything–cookies or cakes. However, I was pretty proud of the ornament I made for Dinosaur. It was a gingerbread stegosaurus that I iced Dino’s name on, then outlined the stegosaurus’ spines and gave it a cute little eye. This morning the Rascal demanded that we hang the cookies on the tree, having given them sufficient time to dry. I hung the stegosaurus rather high, I thought. I contemplated taking a picture of it, I was that proud.
Well, was it because he could read his name? Was it because it was a dinosaur? By the afternoon, our Dinosaur could resist no longer, and in shock I observed that he had been able to reach the stegosaurus by the simple expedient of standing on the arm of the adjacent sofa. Further, the stego was now missing a tail.
Rascal was slightly exasperated by this breach of Christmas tree etiquette, and decided to remedy the situation by re-hanging the stego for me. He also stood on the arm of the couch. Thank goodness we don’t have designer furniture. 😉 Rascal was quite proud of the fact that he had hung the cookie ornament “higher” than it had been. I hated to point out to him that he’s not much taller than the Dinosaur, and that Dinosaur could just get it again if need be. So I didn’t. Instead I moved it after the boys were in bed.