The Search for Delicious

After a late movie, Dad took my younger sisters and yours truly to get some treats.

None of us could agree on what kind of treat that would be. Little Sister wanted cake pops, but the cake pop establishment was closed. I wanted cake pops but also doughnuts with powdered sugar on them. Baby Sister wanted not-cake pops and not-doughnuts.

After some heated discussion, Dad took us to a grocery store and told us to pick out our treats.

LITTLE SISTER: Look at this box of assorted doughnuts.

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: That's not very assorted. There are only three kinds. And none of them have powdered sugar on them.

LITTLE SISTER: Well we should still--OOH FROZEN CAKE POPS!

BABY SISTER: How about these cherry turnovers?

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: No. No fruit. Fruit is an inferior flavor.

BABY SISTER: You're an inferior flavor.

LITTLE SISTER: (comes over with cake pops) Let's get these and the doughnuts.

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: Doughnuts with powdered sugar. Not assorted ones.

LITTLE SISTER: But-

DAD: Let's go.

BABY SISTER: Wait for me while I grab the turnovers.

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: They're fruit.

BABY SISTER: They're what I want.

LITTLE SISTER: Let's also get these coconut doughnuts!

AWKWARD MORMON GIRL: Nooooo. We can't spend $30 on pastries.

We kept up this rousing conversation as we bought the ($20 worth of) pastries and trooped out to the car. Once we reached it, all conversation suddenly stopped. We were radio silent for the entire drive home. By which I mean, we were silent but the radio wasn't.

I'm starting to think my family is weird...