Mmmmm... Donuts!

On the way to church one Sunday morning we decided to stop and get some donuts. It was kind of a special treat because, well we were actually up early enough to stop and get donuts before church. Normally it would be out of the question because we would be running 5 to 30 minutes late.

Well we decided to stop and grab something for us and the kids. Part of me wanted a breakfast burrito (no not from BK), but there was also a donut place right there as well. So we asked the kids. (Yes I know in hindsight this was a stupid move.)

We pulled up to the drive-up window and began the decision process. This place has sausage and cheese kolaches. They also have really good cake donuts and... Mmmmm...Cake donuts. Oh sorry.

Anyway, we decided to go with a half dozen assorted, thinking ok surely we'll get a cake donut or two, and the kids don't care as long as it's round with a hole in the middle. (Who am I kidding, it could be green and rectangular with a hole in the upper left corner as long as it was composed of about 98% sugar.)

We ordered and were asked, "Does it matter what kinds." No we replied confidently. We were handed our donuts and we drove away. I held the box in my hands, both girls were squeal ling excitedly awaiting their sugary treat.

I opened the box, and said "Oh Crap." What was it? A half eaten donut, rodent droppings, a bug? No worse. 1 plain donut, 1 chocolate donut, 1 strawberry donut, 1 white icing donut, 1 light brown icing donut (the previous two I'm unsure of the flavors so descriptions of the colors will do), and 1 with icing and sprinkles.

Those of you without kids are wondering what the issue is here. Those of you with kids are probably as horrified as we were. We were a few blocks from church, we're dressed and ready to go, and we are about to hand our kids a sugar hand grenade that is bound to spray colored icing shrapnel all over our church clothes.

Well to sum it up, we made it without incident. My girls inherited their eating skills from their mother. I on the other hand managed to drop some sauce that shall remain nameless due to his refusal to grant me an interview to this point, on my shirt and pants just before I had to leave the house Saturday, requiring to me to make a quick change. So I hope your kids are naturally clean eaters, and always remember to specify your donut assortment when heading to church.