She's making a list...

I've never been a one for little Christmas cards with candy canes for all the classmates - not sure why, maybe just because it was never one of my childhood rituals. I'd survived L's 5 years of school without any pressure to conform, but Im is ever resourceful.

Yesterday, we made a triple batch of gingerbread (for the influx of relatives, I thought, although we had agreed she could enclose one for her own teacher and the ever beloved Miss Friend). She was busying herself making a ludicrous number of origami pockets, when she asked me idly (and rather idiotically I thought, given her involvement in every step of their manufacture), if gingerbread contravened the nut free policy of the school. But I reassured her they didn't and the teachers would be free to eat them.

This morning, the truth dawned, when she got out her class photo (recently grafittied with ticks and crosses to indicate those favoured with her friendship) to write out the list of gingerbread recipients.

Tomorrow we decorate!