I look at that gingerbread person on the bottle and think, “I’d like to trade places with that person made of cookie.” I mean, I don’t want a body made of cookies. I assume whatever legs that person had are now dissolved after sitting in the hot liquid. What I mean by wanting to trade places is that I want to sit in a mug full of hot water and just relax. Maybe mix in a bath bomb. I just want to soak. Preferably using someone else’s water, and someone else’s electricity to heat up the water. (Spotted by Robbie at H-E-B.)