Chocolate dipped?

Okay, so perhaps the phrases "Throwing yourself into your work" and "Jumping in with both feet" have a new meaning when it comes to Christmas baking with Grace. Subconsciously she took these literally and dipped herself in the chocolate along with the pretzel rods. Regardless, we dipped and rolled three dozen rods that afternoon and had fun doing so. We had a cookie decorating party with a neighbor the following day (a snow-day from school) and my black kitchen floor had more sprinkles than all of the cookies combined. I would think she would get tired of making things, but as I type I'm being hounded. "Can we make something. We need to make you a cake." No rest for the weary, even when they are 4 and awake at 5am. If you need a Christmas cookie, you know where to find it! Making Christmas cookies is one of my favorite memories of my childhood. My dad would roll about 500, only a slight exaggeration, and fill a few roasting pans. Frosting them took hours and we all did it, including Granny. One year all of the ginger-bread men were G.B. Packers. Another year I recall having chicken-pox, what I was wearing, and that my hair was in braids. I was in 2nd grade. I'm hoping these 2 will have as detailed of memories when they grow-up and share them with their kids as well.