I'm posting these pics because I didn't have time to make the traditional Christmas dress for the kid this year.  I made all this mess last year when she went to the Grove Park Inn to view the monstrous gingerbread houses.  When she found out she was going, she dropped the not-so-subtle hint:

"I think I will need a gingerbread dress.  Oh!  And a bag.  And probably a little something for my hair."

When I passed this on to the Husband, he replied with:

"I don't know what's worse.  Her demanding this or you going out and actually making all of it."

Oh, get over it, Daddy.  This is a girl-manipulating-her-Mama thang.  You wouldn't understand.