We have a tradition around these parts that is near and dear to our hearts.
And our midsections.
Come to Mama.
Have I ever told you how much I love doughnuts?
They're fried...yet soft.
The dichotomy of the ages.
Every Winter we choose a random evening and surprise the kids with an impromptu trip. We don't tell them until after they're in their jammies.
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.
I heard recently that KK is on the short road to bankruptcy. It brought a tear to my eye.
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...
Of course I felt bad not buying doughnuts after they gave each of us a freebie, so the kids each got a sprinkled mini and I got a regular-sized lemon filled.
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.
Cory was perplexed/outraged/rankled by the lighting in KK. It was yellowy. Hazyish.
I think it may have been a thick cloud of doughnut grease hanging in the air.
Notes to self:
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.
Ruby opted to jog some of the calories off.
Nothing like a brisk run along the doughnut factory assembly line.
Calvin fell asleep about 45 seconds into the trip back home.
I think he may have been faking. That's what I used to do.
I took a page from his playbook, but Cory refused to carry me inside and tuck me into bed.
He's mean when he has sweets.