So Kellie came over this morning to my house with her beautiful children in tow and after I pried her off my new couch where she was vamping in all her Jackie O gloriousness, we loaded up our respective broods in the vans for a morning of fun and frivolity at Krispy Kreme singing “Turn on your Hot Light” the whole way there.
Apologies to Neil Diamond.
I had not fed myself or my children breakfast yet and we were nigh upon 10:00 so let’s just say we were a little crazed by lack of nourishment by the time we arrived.
At least, that’s the excuse I offered Kellie for ordering two dozen doughnuts for my family alone.
To which she politely asked, “So, do you freeze the extras?”
She’s obviously new around here.
There’s never “extra” and “doughnut” in the same sentence at our house.
“Extra” and “broccoli” maybe, but never “Krispy Kreme”.
It was a little warm eating hot glazed fried dough balls outside in the 90 degree heat, but we thought it might be impolite to mow down the vanload of senior citizens from one of the local nursing homes to get the coveted tables by the conveyor line, so we took the picnic tables outside until they cleared out.
Tommy was distraught at seeing a large garbage can at the end of the conveyor line where the rejects were summarily deposited. He kept muttering “What a waste of a perfectly good doughnut.” I tended to agree.
JJ kept muttering “When are we going to the museum?”
I swear he’s adopted.
The child ate only one doughnut.
I have failed as a mother.
So we took off from KK and headed over to the NC Museum of Natural Sciences where we spent 30 minutes calling each other saying “Did you find a parking space yet?”
We wandered around the museum where the kids had the most fun with the shark mandible and the unsanitary bird carcasses in the Nature Conservancy Room and the parents had the most fun watching the science guy squirm when the kids asked what the difference was between the male and the female octopus.
Have a nice day.