So, this morning as soon as I woke up, The Baby told me s/he wanted powdered donuts for breakfast. I tried to tell The Baby that those are not on the ‘approved list’, but s/he insisted and started taking over my thoughts. I began to realize that powdered donuts were indeed a necessity. So…
I rolled out of bed and stumbled out to the living room, where I noticed breakfast was already in the works (it usually is thanks to The Dad). It was going to be oatmeal. The Baby informed me that this was not even close to powdered donuts PLUS we had that for breakfast yesterday.
Luckily, The Queen came over to me with a very pitiful face bemoaning the breakfast plans. She does not like oatmeal and declared loudly, “We just ate that last time after it was dark!!” I whispered to her to go ask The Dad about donuts. She smiled broadly and set to the task.
Now, this girl is good, but her talents did not undo The Dad this morning. Unbeknownst to him, I was quite sad at this and started to think of how to make The Baby and I happy.
Then it hit me, The Dad had said we were having oatmeal because I didn’t go to the store last night and he didn’t know what breakfast plans were… ah! ha!
I got dressed and started to make our menu and grocery list. The Dad noticed this and said, “Are you ok?”
“Yes, I just don’t want oatmeal,” I said (keeping most of the truth in my head… where The Baby had taken over).
He is a darling and fixed me hashbrowns. Yum, but… um… they were not powdered donuts.
So, I now had my plan. Actually, it was The Baby’s plan:
do ‘enough’ of school quickly and then hit the grocery store where they keep powdered donuts and eat them as soon as possible (under the guise of buying the family groceries).
That is exactly what we did.
I informed The Children that I had grand plans for their lunch, but they had to do a good job during errands OR I would gladly eat ALL of the surprise lunch items myself (they could tell I was not lying).
We went and had The Queen’s hair cut at Wmart. They did great.
We went to HEB. A few warnings about the ‘awesome’ lunch I had planned and who may or may not get to eat it. I hit the bread aisle last. Got the taco shells and ww burger buns… then started to look over the donuts. The Children didn’t even notice because that part of the aisle has been banned for so long they have forgotten it exists.
THEN it happened…
The Baby realized s/he *really* wanted something else in addition to, and possibly in place of (except for a token few), the powdered donuts… s/he saw Otis Spunkmeyer Bear Claws. Now, how The Baby knew this was a previous addiction of mine, I’ll never know.
This Baby could be trouble.
(Oh, for clarification: the kiddos nearly split their cheeks smiling when I presented the 2 bags of powdered donuts for their ‘awesome’ lunch BUT the bear claws were just for me and The Baby! And s/he says I don’t have to tell how many we ate!)