Owen has been asking to make gingerbread men for several weeks now. All I can figure is there's this one page in one of his Christmas books where a little girl is making them, and he got his mind set on doing the same. And since I can't resist a Christmas wish, I should be grateful she wasn't making something like fruit cake or eggnog souffle. So this morning he had one of his cutie pie friends over, and they played Cars, ate reindeer PB&J's (that didn't look anywhere near this cute), and then decorated and promptly dismembered a few gingerbread men. It was an overall tradition-worthy experience.