Maybe I’m insensitive, but I don’t have any problem eating gingerbread men. When the toddler calls them “Gingerbread Babies” and gets upset when their arms and legs get bitten off, I suppose I can empathize a bit … but seriously. They’re cookies! Even if you’ve helped make, roll, and cut out the aforementioned shaped biscuits, I don’t quite get the emotional attachment. Ah well, bad daddy.
Gwen on Aidan13 Dec 2007 01:15 pm
Aidan refers to the cat tree as the playground. He is always climbing on it and playing with the balls. Today I noticed that one of the limbs looked a little odd. I will let the picture tell the rest of the story, except to say I think Aidan may now be too big for the cat tree.
