"G" is for...

Boy Wonder is almost done with his first official week of kindergarten; he had two half-days last week, and a full schedule this week. He really seems to be enjoying it; his teacher is quite nice, the after-school care room is also nice, and he even has a new little friend already. (More on that later.) Plus, he went to his first all-school liturgy this week. I was expecting to hear all about God, and saying prayers, and how church is still a singing place, after that. Instead, I've been hearing about...gingerbread.

Apparently, his class learned the story of the Gingerbread Man this week, and Boy Wonder has told it to me about six different times. It changes each time; so far, my favorite version is, "And then he jumped out of the pan! And the little old lady called her husband, and some old farmer. And then a woodcutter...no, a fox...wait. Run run run as fast as you can!" His first official gym class was today, and he was under the impression that his class was going to the gymnasium to look for the gingerbread man. They must be talking about baking gingerbread men, too, because he keeps asking when we can make gingerbread cookies. With frosting. In fact, can we make a whole gingerbread cake? For dinner? Tonight?

Actually, having a whole gingerbread cake for dinner sounds rather appealing; I like gingerbread cookies, but baking them from scratch is kind of a project so I don't do it that often. However, we're about to have a long weekend, so a baking project sounds nice. Maybe we'll find the Gingerbread Man in our kitchen...