Ok, I'm caught up now. Today, Nathanael and Ezekiel made gingerbread boy cookies. Ezekiel was quite excited about it, he began asking yesterday when he could make them. He loves cookies. And baking. Although I wasn't present for it, this conversation apparently took place during the cooking of the gingerbread cookies.
Nathanael: There are gingerbread men in the oven, baking.
Ezekiel: Dad, those are my friends in the oven!
Nathanael: What?!?
Ezekiel: Don't worry, it's okay. They're dead. They were very old.
Nathanael: Okay. Why are they in the oven, though?
Ezekiel: They told me that when they got very old, I could eat them.
Nathanael: Makes sense. You have weird friends.
Ezekiel: I know.
That's my boy with all the imagination.
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