I heard Hubs' laughing out loud from inside, asking, "WHAT did he just say?"
"He's going to eat his scone," I repeated.
"SCONE?" he asked, incredulously, as if M were suddenly British, taking tea with scones and clotted cream.
"Well, I told him what it was. It's not a doughnut or cookie....what would you call it?"
He paused, then said, "A scone....are there more?"
|Snacks in the sunshine from here on out!|
|Gotta eat my scone!|