To just add to my interesting day, I got a phone call tonight from a class parent. She was phoning all the parents of the kids in my son's class for donations.
Not donations of canned goods, money, or time. Donations of gingerbread houses. Not kits. Baked, you know. By us.
I gave her a brief run down of the Gingerbread Incident that had her howling with laughter on the other end."Well, I guess as long as you're baking them and not putting them together, we're okay." she replied, so I agreed.
I'm a sucker for punishment.