My daughter informed me this week she made a gingerbread woman, not man, in her Pre-K/MDO class. When I asked her what it looked like she said, as she was staring at the lower part of my face,

"It's brown with a big zit on its chin."

So while other little girls are fashioning culinary miniatures of their moms with great hair or a cute handbag, mine is replicating my skin eruptions.

There's nothing that says 'I love you' quite like being mocked in cookie dough.