Me: Hm, well, pasta and cheese and butter and milk.
Sam (after a thoughtful pause): Mom, what are you made of?
Me: Skin and bones and brains and muscles, bud.
Sam (smirking): NO!!! You’re a girl!!! You’re made of sugar and spice and everything nice!
Me (incredulous): Ohhh!!! So that means… are you telling me that you’re made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails?
Sam: NO!!! Boys are made of salt and spice and everything dangerous and violent.