Beanie, pointing at the picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy on a box of muffin mix: "Who’s that?"
Rose, dead serious, in a grim, disapproving voice: "The devil."
Me, surprised: "Wha?? The devil? Honey, that’s the Pillsbury Doughboy."
Rose: "I call him the devil."
Rose: "I SAW him on a box that said devil’s food!"
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