Funniest Boy in the World

Yesterday me and The Boy were making jam drops for his class Christmas party. I'd walked out of the kitchen, leaving The Boy to add the jam. Add it he did.. but neglected to make the 'drops' out of the dough first. He just whacked a load of jam in the bowl and mixed it all up.

When I explained that the whole lot would have to go in the bin, a mini argument ensued. I was insistent that the mess needed to be cleaned up. He was adamant he would have to make something out of the sloppy mess in the bowl..

"Everyone at school will HATE me if I don't bring anything in" He said desperately.
"They won't hate you. They won't mind at all. Just explain.."
"You don't understand, I have to bring something. I have to mom."
"No, what you have to do is clean this mess up." I said patiently. "There's nothing we can do now about these cakes. We've no ingredients left."
"I can make dough drops out of this, mom. I just need to seperate the jam from the flour. Please let me mom, please!"
"You can't seperate jam from flour! You're not Jesus! (I was obviously referring to that famous event in the Bible, when Jesus seperated the jam from the flour.) This is getting silly, now start tidying up, I mean it!"
"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!" Raged The Boy. "If I DIED, all you'd care about is blood on the floor!"

It was at this point I walked out of the kitchen and began lauging till I cried. That was truly the funniest thing I'd heard in a long, long time.

Oh, and we did end up making some more jam drops out of ingredients scraped from the cupboards.. but apparently no one ate them anyway. You live and learn!