Me watching all MY cinnamon buns disappear:
The kid loves them and Helga will make more tomorrow. But the volunteer who couldn't keep a secret is getting assigned to work alone in the wettest, muddiest, coldest ditch on the outskirts of the village all day tomorrow. He probably will get very cold, but then revenge unlike cinnamon buns is best served cold. I get very vindictive when it comes to cinnamon buns.