Scone Snack

I snapped a few pics of the boys eating their snack outside on the deck yesterday afternoon - it was a leftover Caribou Coffee blueberry scone from our visitors earlier in the day.  They asked what it was, and deciding not to make up words, I told them, "a scone."  They snacked for a couple of minutes, but spotted their cozy coupes and were no longer interested.  We were outside for a while, playing nearby Hubs' open office window, when M cried out, "I need to go eat my scone!  Bye!"  and scurried back up the deck to his drying-out snack. 
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!

It's good.