i will never take a gingerbread man cookie for granted again. after the kitchen was ripped apart from head to toe gathering the ingredients and bowls and mixers, with flour covering the counter tops, conrad retrieving various kitchen utensils from the drawer i have foolishly placed him on a chair in front of so that he can help roll the dough and cut it into mini edible men with me, with sticky gooey hands from having had grabbed the whisk dripping with batter that is now on everything in his reach, i have only a few gingerbread men with all their extremities intact to show for it...and a happy little toddler with molasses on has shirt.