Earlier this week, I decided to purchase a new coffeemaker. I decided to go with the Senseo, especially after I saw the $50 gift deal. So this morning, after my dear children asked for a special breakfast, I threw on my clothes from last night, ran a brush through the bottom strands of my hair and ran to Walmart (hey, at least I *mostly* wiped away the black mascara smudges from under my eyes!). Along with some other breakfasty items, I included run-of-the-mill chocolate covered mini doughnuts. When I came home, only Rose was around and the conversation went like this…
Rose: I put on clean underwear already! What's that?
Me: Great job! A new coffeemaker. [I start unloading the bags]
Rose: What is that [eyeing the doughnuts]?
Me: [smiling slyly, I hand her a mini chocolate doughnut]
Rose takes it, looks at it with untrusting eyes, gives me a side glance and takes a small bite.
Rose: YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Heeeheeeheeeee. [yelling] Matthew, come here!
[no response from upstairs. She continues to laugh herself giddy and repeat YUM over and over.] MATTHEW!
Matthew: Wow, that was a super sonic quick trip to the store, Mommy! (*everything* is super sonic these days)
Me: Yep [I hand Matthew a doughnut]
Matthew: Oh WOW, THANKS Mom!!
Rose: [happily munching on her 2nd] They’re CHOCOLATE Matthew! YUMMMMM
Matthew: They’re called ‘doughnuts’, Rose.
Rose: Oh. [awed Homer Simpson voice] Doughnuts.
I ask you, does any other 3 ½ year old have to be TOLD what a doughnut is?? My poor depraved kids. Pray for them. ;)
And my nightgown is back on my body, where it belongs at 8am on a Saturday morning.