Donuts

We don't buy donuts. I would be too tempted to shove all of them in my mouth all at once simultaneously choking and going into insulin shock. But being on a health kick lately has allowed me to resist temptation. So to Michael's delight, I bought a bag of tiny chocolate cover donuts, which to the best of my knowledge, Meg has never had. I gave her two for breakfast and at first she resisted.

She said "no want gonuts"

I said "Me neither toots! But try this. It's like a cupcake!"

And to that she said "Ok, Mama!"

Now she has a donut clenched in both hands, nibbling on it like a squirrel nibbles on an acorn. Ah, we have a happy girl!