Honesty is the best policy ... except for sometimes

We take Jeff's parents to a local doughnut shop each year when they're down here. Well, it's not exactly local anymore, but it did start one town over from here.

They have a display along the assembly line so you can watch the doughnuts being made. And what's really good is that when the doughnuts come off the line, they're still hot. And they melt in your mouth. It's easy to eat three of them without even realizing it.

That said, there is a really, really good other local doughnut shop. A much smaller chain. I think they're up to three stores now.

In my opinion, if you're looking for regular glazed doughnuts, you can't beat the big chain. But pretty much everything else is better from the small chain.

And apparently, Biscuit agrees. Because halfway through his doughnut (which was not a hot glazed one), Biscuit said, loud enough for everybody to hear, "Raise your hand if you like the other place better." Except he announced the name of the other chain!

Luckily, I think everybody was too distracted by their own hot doughnuts to pay much attention to him. And I explained to him, in my best cowboy movie accent, "Boy! You don't bite the hand what feeds ya!"

Here's Biscuit at the doughnut shop:

Biscuit watches the doughnuts make their way down the line.

Biscuit calls this the "doughnut icing waterfall."

Biscuit is too predictable. He always gets a
doughnut with chocolate icing and sprinkles.

And he takes bites that are WAY too big!