"Hey Shawn, do you want a doughnut?"
Surely a voice from heaven just announced a blessing into my ear canals! I quickly identified the source of the heavenly blessing: Mom's voice coming through the office intercom. I checked my pulse. It was still pulsing, therefore I was in the mood for a doughnut. I quickly replied to the affirmative and ran into the house, located a mere 50 feet from the shop.
Mom handed me a hot, glazed doughnut and a glass of cold milk. I chowed into the doughnut hungrily.
"I made doughnuts! Accidentally." Sheryl exclaimed.
I gave my sister Sheryl a curious glance.
"Eat it quick, because it's tasty now but it's probably going to harden." Mom added.
I shifted my increasing curiosity from Sheryl to Mom.
"Dad was hiding these doughnuts from us." Mom said.
"Yeah but we found them." added Sheryl triumphantly. "He hid them in the oven."
"What?" I replied. It came out like "Whaff?" due to the mouthful of doughnut I was chewing.