Between my meetings and appointments, Hank's preschool, and Ben's therapy, we've been feeling a little over-scheduled, so we took a break from routine this morning and treated ourselves to yummy donuts at our local bakery.
These boys kill me. Hank whined and complained, "I don't want to go to the bakery. I don't like donuts. I want to eat breakfast at home." And after coaxing him into taking a bite, he demolished the whole thing. Then Max. The whole way to the bakery, Max is chanting, "I do! I do! I do!" and can't get the donut into his mouth fast enough. He takes one bite and says, "All done!" So then I had this giant, chocolate-y donut leftover that I couldn't let go to waste that I was basically forced to eat.