I was walking past the baked goods, trying to avert my eyes from the Little Debbie cakes, when I heard a child say in an awed voice, “Yay! White doughnuts!”
Her father answered succinctly, “No.”
The child was quick to clarify. “I wasn’t asking for them. I was just saying, Yay.”
This made me laugh. She was saying, “I was just cheering for the existence of white doughnuts, Dad. And reminding you that they were there. In case some miracle happened and I might get to eat a white doughnut. At some point in my life.”
I feel your pain, kid. I can remember looking longingly at various treats in the grocery store I knew my mom would never buy.
But guess what? I’m an adult now.
I bought a box of Swiss Cake Rolls.
And ate one.
Heh heh heh….