Normally, if we get donuts on the morning on weekends I pick them up before I wake the kids. I get a lot of chocolate ones. But my wife went out Saturday morning and bought donuts. We were all running around getting ready to go to basketball games so everyone was eating at different times. When I came back into the kitchen I noticed an alarming lack of donuts. Where are all the donuts, I asked anyone and everyone.
My eight year old son volunteered, “Oh, I threw out the chocolate chip ones. They didn’t taste right. They were bad.”
So I checked in the garbage and sure enough there were three donuts in there. Three blueberry donuts. My wife’s favorite.