There's a donut shop just outside our neighborhood, and occasionally our morning walk takes us there. After all, I wouldn't be a good American mom if I didn't ensure that my toddler filled up on fried bundles of sugar and bad carbs every so often, right?
Today was one of those special mornings. Daddy enjoyed sleeping in (much-deserved) while Chickie, Zoodle, Hammer, and I made the trek to and from the donut shop.
Do you think she liked her hand-picked donut with chocolate icing and sprinkles?
Now, I do draw the line somewhere. When my 27-pound child asked for a third donut, I wisely refused.
On a side note...how cool is it that my almost-three-year-old will still willingly wear a bib? Please don't tell her that most kids this age have given up bibs. I'm sticking with this as long as I can.
EDITED TO ADD: On a more serious note, a friend of ours named Brent was in a head-on collision yesterday. He does not have life-threatening injuries; in fact, his injuries are less serious than originally thought, which is wonderful. However, he has torn some ligaments (knee and elbow) and they believe has broken his pelvis or hip bone. He had surgery on his ankle which had been torn open. We are so thankful that he is expected to recover fully, but The Engineer and I know how hard rehab and recovery are, for the patient and the caregiver. He is a newlywed, and his wife Lindsey is in her first trimester of pregnancy, so this is a very stressful time for them. If you pray, please pray for Brent and Lindsey. Thanks!