We's havin' a Christmas party at the Obee Dance School, and everbody bees makin' treats for to bring. Momma sayed, I's gonna make you some nice cupcakes, Georgie. But I sayed, no, Momma, I wants to make mine own treats. They's gonna be Doggie-Style treats. Momma sayed, how's about we makes a nice Puppy-Type gingerbread house? I gots it! I sayed, I's gonna make a Boner-House! Then Grammy Bob sayed she would love to live in a Boner-House. Momma tole her, shut your yap, Maisy. Which, that weren't very festive talk for Christmas cookin' time.