"Should the cookies taste like Play-Doh?" 

Paul had just taken a bite out of one of the homemade cookies that his wife had baking all day. Turning toward her husband Mary's angry stare immediately informed Paul he made a big mistake asking such a thing.

"They don't taste like Play-Doh, they're gingerbread. Now stop eating them, you know we have to mail this batch to your mother."

Upon taking another bite out of the cookie Paul's face suddenly displayed a mischievous grin. "My mother never let me eat Play-Doh, I'm sure she wouldn't like to either."

Obviously not amused with her husband’s witty banter, Mary slapped the remainder of the cookie out of Paul's hand. "Out of my kitchen, you're on shipping duty now," she yelled.

"Fine, I can handle that. Are we shipping the cookies through the post office or through UPS?"

"Well, today is the 23rd of December so you'd better send them 2-day air through UPS."

"Does today count as one of the shipping days or is tomorrow the first day?"

Slightly puzzled, Mary put down the mixing bowl she was working on and turned toward her husband. "What do you mean?"

"If tomorrow is the first day then they won't get there until after Christmas."

"Well," Mary thought for a second, "I don't know. I believe today counts as the first day."

"How can it” Paul asked. "The day is already half over, even if it counts as half a day the package will arrive half a day late."

"Then overnight them, I don't care."

"That sounds expensive; I bet it’ll cost at least twice as much."

"If you want your mother to receive them by Christmas you'll just have to pay the extra cost. You do want her to get them by Christmas, right?"

"That depends,” he said playfully, “Are they all going to taste like Play-Doh?"

Knowing he’d need to make a fast getaway Paul quickly ran out of the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the oven mitt that flew toward the spot he’d been standing.

"How rude," Mary mumbled to herself. She put the last batch of cookies in the oven and looked down at one of the overfilled plates that were being used to hold her delicious cookies. Curious, she picked up a moist gingerbread cookie and took a bite. As she slowly chewed the soft morsel her brow began to furl while she looked intently at the other half that was still in her hand, "Hmm, they do taste like Play-Doh."