Greg returned home from work commenting on how busy the day had been and how he had not even been able to eat his lunch. I pointed him towards the kitchen, telling him he would like what he saw in there. That particular morning, upon Palmer's request, I had purchased a dozen donuts from the grocery store bakery, an extremely rare treat in our home. Greg let out a joyful cheer and quickly loaded a plate with two donuts. About an hour later I called him into the kitchen for dinner. The following conversation ensued.
Greg: I think those donuts made me sick.
Me: Really? I felt fine after eating mine. Are you sure you're not sick because those donuts are the only thing you ate today?
Greg: They weren't the only thing I ate today.
Me: What else did you eat?
Greg: Um... two other donuts, some pepperoni sticks, a Baby Ruth and a root beer.
Me (staring at him incredulously): I think that's why you feel sick.