When
I was a kid, my mom used to occasionally stop at the donut shop on the way to
school and buy my brother and I a donut as a treat for breakfast. And not just
any donut; but a giant, Texas-sized, chocolate-covered donut! We would spend
the rest of the car ride, bouncing along in the backseat, eating our donuts
with chocolate, sticky-fingered delight.
Today,
after they pulled out of the driveway, Troy started saying, “Donut, donut,
donut?!” repeatedly. So, as a special treat, my wife stopped and got him a
chocolate-covered donut to eat on the way to school. He happily bounced along
in the backseat, eating his chocolate donut with sticky-fingered delight.
And
the tradition continues...
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