My daughter takes swim classes Saturday morning. Part of swim classes is the need to get doughnuts after class. We are walking into the local grocery store (called the doughnut house by my daughter – apparently we get doughnuts often) and it smells wonderful.
“Ahh smells like doughnuts.” I say.
My daughter sniffs the air. Then says with lots of enthusiasm “Mmmm Tasty.”
True but funny.