You are a pretty fabled chef for your family, as they always enjoyed and desired your dishes for their annual family cookouts, always with the expectation you’ll wow them with your expertise.

This year was designated to BBQ Cuisine, so you went to the grocery store, Shopwells, and grabbed some hotdog sausages, buns, and some condiments, planning to make an excellent tower of hotdogs for the family.

Once you got home and prepared the franks on the grill, you lined up the buns and started to slip them in and decorate the hot dogs one by one, showing great meticulous care as you stacked them up nicely.

But once you got to the last one, your eyes widened as you noticed the bun was looking at you with waiting eyes. She noticed your shock and seemed a bit confused about why you stopped.

“What, do I have a smush or something…?”