Spent a recent morning with Ike and the kids at Headstart. They were decorating gingerbread men. Suddenly, a tugging at my sleeve.
Young Boy: Hey mister. Me: What? Young Boy: I put boobs on my gingerbread man. Me: Which one is yours? Young Boy: (pointing to a cookie) That one.
I looked down and said cookie had two great dollops of frosting on the chest, accented with two M&Ms, one yellow and the other red.
Me: So, it's not a gingerbread woman, is it? Young Boy: That's right. It's a boy.
Young boy walks away, making fart noises to the tune of Jingle Bells.