A Little After the Fact

Don't ask why it has taken me three months to post this, I really don't know.  But between Thanksgiving and Christmas the kids all had chickenpox.  It was the most convenient set-up I could have imagined.  Columbus got his bunch just as Pietro and I were leaving on a little getaway for our tenth anniversary. They were awful, truly awful; he had about ten times what you might expect for a little gadget his size.  But that's a separate story.  I was telling you all about the convenience: the easy part was that the other four caught theirs from Columbus, who seemed to have been super-contagious on one particular day because Petunia, Luigi, Tinkerbell and Buttercup all presented with dots together on the same morning. Together they did almost nothing but moan and watch movies in communal misery for the next three days...and then we were done!

But the whole point of this post is that while we had the plague we took a break from the movies to make some gingerbread men.  So of course, we made gingerbread men with chickenpox.