Dallas and yourself were sat on the living room sofa, the coffee table now littered with an onslaught of various components.

Pieces of broken gingerbread, gumdrops, candies, and a whole lot of frosting.

Dallas, being the type to easily get frustrated, even surprised himself when he was able to hold the gingerbread house together the first try.

The primary difference between you and him was that he knew the icing needed to set in properly.

"You gotta let it sit for a minute, babe. It ain't gonna do nothin' otherwise."