You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man.

Today LJ and I headed out to buy some fish for dinner. And, to LJ's delight, we found that the bakery next to the fish shop sold gingerbread men.

While leaving the car park, all I could hear from the back seat was "run run run, you can't catch me, I'm gingerbread man".

I turned around and see LJ running his gingerbread across his legs. He then looks up says "that's funny, me funny".

Yes you are LJ! Yes you definitely are.