Beanie, pointing at the picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy on a box of muffin mix: "Who’s that?" Rose, dead serious, in a grim, disapproving voice: "The devil." Me, surprised: "Wha?? The devil? Honey, that’s the Pillsbury Doughboy." Rose: "I call him the devil." Me: "Why?" Rose: "I SAW him on a box that said devil’s … Continue reading I Always Suspected that Cheery Demeanor Was a Ruse