"Damn, sorry darlin', I guess when it comes to gingerbread men, I don't cut it."

He chuckled with the piping bag full of icing in hand.

"Come look at this sorry lookin' fella."

He gazed over at you with joyful blue eyes as you made your way to him.

You eyes befell the gingerbread man with strewn icing all over. It looks like Arthur killed the poor thing, the way the icing laid over it.

"I suppose it's a good thing I'm no confectioner or baker, huh?"