Tis the season for daughters to fret about burning their hair off, and mamas to wonder how they managed to forget the saffron on the shopping list. Saint Lucy day is only 5 days off, and _now_ I find that our Ash needs to be got up as a gingerbread man for the festival at the museum. At least they had the sense not to pick him for a star boy (he would never keep the hat on) or a lantern boy (fire, bad). The only excuse the other adults in the house had for not telling me til now was "you have been sick and we figured that a gingerbread boy would be easy.", then they escaped and ran out to buy saffron. Though I gather that they only found out last week. I am not sure I recall having ever seen gingerbread men in the procession, so I am not sure what to do! I will call the museum in the morning and ask. I gather his whole class from school (or all who are willing) is to participate, so maybe he won't be the only funny looking ginger boy if I end up wrapping him in brown corduroy and gluing raisins on him.
NightMist