Mom had today off work. But things blew up, so she had to go in after lunch.

While she was gone we went for a drive, watched a movie, and did a bunch of chores.

All that to say, all you girls made gingerbread cookies together when she got home.

Except K, you kept calling them ninja bread.

I would correct and say:

Do you mean gin-ger bread?

You would squawk like a wild indian and say:

Ninja Bread!

I had a few when they were done though.

Best ninja bread I ever had…

I love you.

-Dad