Visions of Sugar Plums

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.

(And, scene.)