Let me tell you what husbands love. When they’re in Thanksgiving Mode, bustling around in to-do mentality, consumed with the tasks of preparation, they love-love-love it when you say, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. We’re making gingerbread houses today.”
“You and the boys can do that.”
“No, I got one for you, too.”
“I mean, you don’t have to. It’s just that I already built it for you. And we were all hoping you would do this with us.”
Husbands love this.
But then, here’s the crazy thing: Said Husband stays at the table for an additional 45 minutes after everyone else has finished, because his project has consumed him, and he’s carefully matching candies to shingles and putting colorful hair on his gingerbread people. And then he wins the family award for Gingerbread Housing.
“Honey, you don’t have to feel bad that mine is better than yours.”
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Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. May your piping be sweet.