We made our traditional gingerbread train the other night. Everyone had a good time placing the candy. We have done this every year since the boys were RA's age.

Such concentration...

I love having the completed train in the house. You can smell gingerbread for several days . It's definately one of my favorite things.
We went to get haircuts today and when we got home C. said to me, "Mama the back door is open." I looked and sure enough it was. As I was walking over to close it this is what I saw...

The last few remaining pieces of our train. I stood there open-mouthed for a second in total disbelief, trying to figure out what happened. Then it hit me. The dogs. Our gate to the backyard has been open the last few days allowing the beasts into the backyard. Well, unbeknownst to me, the backdoor was unlocked. The beasts made their way in, undoubtly smelled the wonderful gingerbread and had themselves a party. I imagine the scene in my breakfast room was equal to the scene in A Christmas Story when the Bumpas' hounds attacked Ralphie's dad's turkey. Only without the hillbilly music.