Sugar and Spice

Tell my daughter she can’t do something, and she’ll be in your face to prove you wrong.  That’s how it was with baseball.  That’s how it is with anything connected to perceived gender roles.  The big wide world isn’t just for guys anymore.  Which isn’t to say Clare despises the domestic arts.  Far from it.

Among other talents, she has a gift for baking.  Last night, she conjured forth an army of gingerbread men from out of the oven.  To top that off, she turned some of them upside down to decorate them as reindeer, and it worked.  One second I was looking at generic gingerbread, the next second it was Rudolph with a red candy nose.  Oh, and a few of the gingerbread men sported bow ties made out of glaze.

Earlier in the day, Clare went to Hancock Fabrics to get material for a blanket.  She’s already done one with a White Sox print.  It’ll either end up in Cooperstown or the Smithsonian, I’m not sure which.