Little people make me laugh

I had a lovely chat with little IzzyWhizzy as we walked through Bünde, it went a little something like this;  "You know what I call GO?  The Ginger Ninja!"  I don't really it's more whinger than ninja, I wasn't going to tell a three year old that though.  She took this in and a while later found me in the shoe shop, "He doesn't look like a gingerbread man to me!"  I laughed and carried on.  As we walked to the restaurant she asked, "Where do you live?" "Ooh, at the moment I don't have a house.  We are living with the Ginger Ninja's mum and dad when after the holidays! Although

there has been lots of rain there and some of the houses have been flooded."  I explained, "Ahh!" She said and walked on, she stopped, paused and then turned to me and asked, "Does that mean the gingerbread house will float away?"  I almost cried for laughing.  I do love little people.