A doughnut morning

It was a beautiful day in Arizona, as I snuggled down in the bed realizing that six, six-thirty, and seven o’ clock in the morning had slipped away and my boys still slept.  Of course, all good things come to an end, but it was nice to stay in bed until 7:30, even if I would have liked another hour.  Besides my brother was already awake, waiting, like a good uncle, to play with the boys.

 

With a cooing and a laugh, I went into the room to find the boys awake, and on hearing my voice, my brother came in to steal all my morning hugs from the boys.  My brother grabbed Evan and hugged him.  Evan jumped back, yelling “Don’t hug me!  I’m dangerous!”  He went on to try and prove his point by attempting to hit my brother, who lazily slipped away from the attempts to hug Sean.  Sean quickly learned he could get a laugh if he fell on his bottom, bouncing on the bed.  It didn’t take long for Evan to climb up and try to steal the attention.

 

Then my dad entered the room, delighting the boys, and I became nothing more than a shadow in the room. 

 

Papi: Do you want doughnuts?

 

Evan: (with pacifier in his mouth.  I know I’m a bad mom.)  Yes!

 

Papi: (mumbling like he has something in his mouth) Do you want doughnuts?

 

Evan: (still with pacifier in his mouth) Papi, I can’t hear you!  (pause)  Oh, yes, I can hear you now.

 

Papi: Take the pacifier out of your mouth.  Do you want doughnuts?

 

Evan: (takes it out) Yes! (Puts it back in.  I yank the pacifier out of Evan’s mouth.)

 

Papi: Do you want doughnuts or pumpkin bread?

 

Evan: We have pumpkin bread at our house!  Do you want to go and get it?!

 

Papi:  We have pumpkin bread here.

 

Evan: (looks out the window) I can’t see my house!  It’s too far away!

 

Papi: Do you want doughnuts?

 

Evan: Yes!

 

Papi: Do you want sprinkles?

 

Evan: Yes!

 

Papi: Really?

 

Evan: Yes!

 

Papi: I’m going to go get them.

 

Evan: Boys are hungry.  Dogs are hungry.  We need to eat.  We need to eat doughnuts.

 

So begins the whirlwind day at Grandma and Papi’s house.  With non-stop playing, games, and treats, it is the best place to bed.  When my mom mentioned making caramel apples and popcorn balls, my brother and I looked at each, remembering that it had been years since my mom had made these things.  Even if we aren’t the reasons, it’s nice to get the spill over.  She has to make more than two, right?

3 Responses to “A doughnut morning”

  1. penelope Says:

    Ha ha! Too funny! I especially love your son’s summary at the end about needing to eat doughnuts. 😉

  2. penelope Says:

    And caramel apples…yummmmm! Now I’m craving those…

  3. faemom Says:

    Yeah, Evan’s a card. The caramel apples were yummy. We made “miniture” carmeled apples for the boys by scooping the apple with a melon baller and dipping those. The caramel ran off leaving us tp speculate that a Granny Smith might be better and perhaps butterscotch chips insetead of caramel. I shall investigate!


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