We went to the mall today so Mommy could do some shopping (ha) and Alex got a donut. She ate the outside edge and we brought the middle home for later. We got home, and she asked about the donut's whereabouts. I told her it was on the kitchen counter (strategically out of reach) and she told me it was "donut-o-clock" so she should have the rest of it. Yeah, well, donut-o-clock was a while ago and the donut still sits, possibly to be eaten later, but maybe to be a stale squirrel treat.