Sebastian our my twelve-year-old son and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. 

My wife had brought home a mini Gingerbread house kit from work and she and Sebastian were trying to figure out how to put the five pieces together to form the house. My wife had mentioned to Sebastian that all the elements were edible and that quickly became the focus of the project.

The kit included the gingerbread, some mini-marshmallows, several gumdrops, an assortment of different sprinkles, and three syringes filled with icing.

Sebastian: “This piece doesn’t fit, can I just eat it?”

My wife: “While you could eat it, I am telling you, you are going to be disappointed. Gingerbread is not all that great and who knows how old that cookie is. Besides, we need it for the house!”

Seba: “Well, how about these marshmallows, can I eat those?”

My wife: “Sure, you can have some, but save a few for the house.”

Moments later, after they figured out how the pieces needed to go together (I admit that I jumped in to add some vital mansplaining)…

My wife, holding a few of the pieces together and pointing to one of the syringes: “Now take that, that’s the glue, and use it to stick these pieces together.”

Seba: “Wait, that’s glue?!? ‘Cause I just ate a bunch of it.”