The brat requested we make gingerbread men this evening for the kids on the road. No problem. We painstakingly made a dozen which we shared out with all her mates playing outside. I left her sift, stir etc. She had flour everywhere. Then she announced, she was bringing some to "school", and mammy and daddy were bringing some to work. She reckoned everyone at work then would have muscles like daddy. Then she went to bed and I broke out my trustee old Kenwood. 5 dozen mini gingerbread men later with smarties and chocolate tips the little princess will be proud as punch heading out in the morning with what "she" made and Im busy polishing that halo because I kept my mouth shut literally. Not a crumb passed my lips tonight.