Yesterday I told Dad that Mrs. Backer's Bakery makes a really good pumpkin donut.
A look of disbelief mingled with horror spread across his face.
"Wait. Did you say pumpkin?"
"Yes. 'Tis the season for pumpkins."
More horror on the face. Also disgust.
"Listen. If I want a donut, I want a DONUT."
Said the man who always orders vanilla ice cream.