Come to Mama.
Have I ever told you how much I love doughnuts?
They're fried...yet soft.
The dichotomy of the ages.
What could be more scandalous to a pre-schooler than getting ready for bed and then Wham! you're in the car, headed out for doughnuts?
I even gave them candy canes to tide them over on the 30 minute car ride.
And we let them listen to Christmas music.
Early into the trip a particularly disdainful song came on and Calvin said, "Awwwwww! Frosty again? We just heard this!"
I was so proud.
On our way, we drove through a neighborhood of glitzy/trashy Christmas lights. But let's talk fried delicacies first.
Last night, as soon as we walked in to buy donuts, the girl handed each of us a free one - hot off the presses.
And it all started to make sense...
It seemed rude to only buy minis.
The whole experience harkened me back to my first job out of college, as a social worker. Our office was in a strip mall, right next to a grocery store. 4 out of 5 days a week, I would walk next door on my break and buy not one, but two doughnuts.
It never crossed my mind that I should reconsider my approach.
I think it may have been a thick cloud of doughnut grease hanging in the air.
1. Do something with the hair. (And no, ponytails don't count.)
2. Buy some eye cream - stat.
3. Good choice on the lemon filled.
Nothing like a brisk run along the doughnut factory assembly line.
He's mean when he has sweets.