Friday, December 30, 2022

Mothers making gingerbread.

 Remember last week when  Lottie and I made Christmas cookies?
Well, I made a batch of gingerbread dough, and since it needed to be chilled,
we didn't get around to cooking them.
We finally did it tonight in lew of dinner.
For some reason, whenever I make gingerbread, I think of Lucy
and her singing a song that she learned in Kindergarten,
and for some reason, I know it too.
It went like this:
Mothers making gingerbread
making some for me, she said,
nice and brown, the best in town, 
mothers making gingerbread, yum, yum, gingerbread.
We'd sing it one at a time, then finish the duet together with 
a rousing round.  I'm laughing as I type this.  
Earlier this afternoon, Ollie and I drove to the post office to drop off
important mission papers.
The last push on our end.

It's getting exciting; it's getting real.
Now, back to gingerbread munching and movie-watching!

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