On the way home from J C Penny’s this evening (we scored underwear and socks for the kids) David said, “Mom, I want to bake a gingerbread boy with you.  And when it’s done baking, I want it to be real.”

“Well, honey, I think that only happens in the story.”

“Well, can we just try and see what happens.”

“Of course we can.”

Poor kid, he inherited my imagination, and my optimism…