Nov 172008
 

Not to be confused with my big donut stories…

One morning, I’m asking my kid what he wants to eat for breakfast.

“One of those round things, with chocolate on top!”
“A pancake?”
“No!”
“A chocolate chip bagel?”
“No!  On top, not inside.”
“A chocolate croissant?”
“I don’t know what that is.  I don’t think so.”
“So what is it?”
“It’s round and big and has chocolate on top!”
“Does it have an M on it?”  McGriddles have an M on them and some syrup in them that might be confused by a 3 year old to be chocolate?
“No. There is no writing on them.”
“Is it a chocolate covered sausage patty?”
“It’s not sausage!”  Then he started groaning.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m frustrated!”
“Why?  What’s wrong?”
“I don’t remember what they are called and I really want one for breakfast!”
“We’ll figure it out.”

Of course, we don’t.  I think we have yogurt and cereal.  And I throw out more crazy ideas of round things that could be covered with chocolate.  But none are right.  Then we’re driving to school and I see a dolphin sticker on a truck in front of us.

“I spy a dolphin!”  And he starts looking around and he sees the dolphin and then he gets a huge grin on his face.  Bigger than normal for just finding a dolphin.

“That’s where we got it!”  And he’s pointing pretty much at the truck.  I look at the truck and don’t know what he’s talking about.  We don’t have a dolphin.

“Got what?”

“The round thing with chocolate! We go there to get it!”  And I follow his line of sight and finger a little more closely.  In front of the truck…through the intersection…across the street…donut store.

“You mean…[dramatic pause that really only a 3 year old enjoys]…a donut?”

One big donut...“Yeah! A DONUT!”  High fives all around.  And I’m lucky he’s such a good natured kid, cause he was just so thrilled to remember what they were called that we didn’t need to go and get one right away and we got to school on time…but that’s not what I was proud of him about.  Nah – when we were high fiving, we were (or at least I was) celebrating the love of donuts.  Not a mental map of our neighborhood…not the satisfaction of remembering that elusive tidbit of knowledge.  Just happy about donuts.

And for all my love of donuts, how could I not think of it?  I dunno – I mean we even have photos of him with them…but I guess I just don’t eat chocolate covered donuts and so I don’t think of them.  Don’t like them.  Cinnamon crumb?  I’ll have a few.  Twists? Let’s make it a dozen.  But a chocolate covered one – I’m likely to pass on it.  Strange huh?

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