My uncle bought apple fritters for my grandmothers birthday this month. Here’s a portion of the conversation I had with her regarding her gift.
Gma: I got apple fritters.
Gma: No, apple fritters.
Me: It’s still a donut.
Gma: It is not; it doesn’t have a hole in the middle.
Me: So, if the apple fritter was round like a donut and has a hole in the middle, would it be a donut?
Gma: Well, no, because it’s an apple fritter, those will never be donuts.