Our yearly gingerbread houses tradition began and ended as it always does. It began with a beautifully constructed house precisely constructed by Dad. However, when the kids and mom start piling gobs of candy on top, it inevitably succumbs to the laws of physics and gravity and implodes. You can see the hopeful, excited faces of the girls, but also the look of trepidation as they seem to know that the end result is inevitable. Then, the look of sorrow and acceptance as their edible constuction falls to the dust. Dad has accepted it's fate before construction began, but he still feels a slight twinge of sadness in his heart each year.
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