the fate of all smug gingerbread people

My parents are visiting tonight--a sort of Christmas celebration, since we'll be apart on the actual day--and we added to the festivities by giving Nick his very first plush toy. It was a stuffed gingerbread man wearing a scarf and Santa hat with a rattle and squeaky thing inside. Nick loved it. He obsessed over it for a couple hours until he succesfully pulled the eyes off and ripped the rattle out and we had to throw it away. He hung out by the trash can for a bit, but is now fast asleep in bed. It was a good party. Here he is going to town.