Junior wasn't really hungry at dinner last night. Chuck and I were just about to start clearing the plates when Junior shouted, "I need a chocolate doughnut! I need a chocolate doughnut!"
I've been really careful about not giving Junior too many sweets, so I had no idea how the hell he even knew about chocolate doughnuts, let alone had cravings for them.
Until I remembered the Dunkin' Donuts bag I'd found under the car seat earlier that afternoon.
"You've been giving him chocolate doughnuts haven't you?" I asked Chuck.
"Nope."
"Don't lie."
"I'm not."
"Junior, who gave you a chocolate doughnut?"
He looked from me to Chuck. "School bus."
Junior, I highly doubt that a large yellow bus meant for carrying school children gave you a chocolate doughnut. Stop covering up for your father. When you came home from your grandmother's a few weeks ago shouting "go Yankees!" the connection was clear. This time, there's some gray.
Work with me. Or you'll never taste chocolate again.
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Monday, May 4, 2009
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