Frosting

We pulled out some frosting from the fridge to make sure it was still okay the other day...

Andrew lifted the container up to his face and then sniffed it intently. "It still smells like frosting."

He then reached in and scooped out some and licked it off of his finger. "It still tastes like frosting."

Peering in to the container with a mock expression of dubiousness, he added, "It still LOOKS like frosting..."

Andrew turned to me. "Wait. I'm missing a couple of senses."

"Touch and sound," I prompted.

"Oh. Right. Well, it still felt like frosting..." A strange look crossed his face, and he lifted the container to his ear. His eyes suddenly got very wide. "Oh no!! It doesn't sound like frosting! It must have gone bad!!"