Pessimistic Optimism

Life as I see it… sort of.

Time to Eat the Donuts

You know what they say about noisy kids, at least you know what they’re up to, it’s the quiet ones you have to worry about.

The boy was the quiet child last night and was up to something.  It’s amazing how little kids seem to know when they can get away with things, I hope they stop this once they get older.

My wife was in the precarious position of being home alone with the kids and our dog last night.  You need to be creative to keep the unattended child occupied while taking care of the other one and that’s exactly what she did last night… and it still didn’t work.  She set the boy up with a racetrack and some other favorite toys of his on the kitchen floor while she helped our daughter on the potty (that means toilet for you non-parents).  He should have been overjoyed and preoccupied with all this cool stuff, I know I would’ve been.  I could watch that toy race car go around the track over and over and over and over.  You get the point.

The donut box on the kitchen countertop must’ve caught his attention… like father, like son.  In a Homer Simpson moment he decided that he must have them because they were there.  Admit it, we’ve all been there, I know that I can barely walk out of the room if I know there are still some donuts left in the box.  He must’ve pulled the box down gently because there wasn’t enough crumbage to indicate otherwise.  He then proceeded to take little rabbit-bites out of each one of the six donuts that remained from breakfast.

This is around the time my wife’s sixth sense kicked in.  You know, the I better see what the Hell the kids are up to sense.  When my wife walked in the boy looked up at her with his patented cheesy grin and said, “Cookie!”  At the sight of this gluttonous display she immediately joined him on the floor and started nibbling on donuts, too, while ignoring our daughter’s plea for help coming from the bathroom.  I’m kidding, our daughter wasn’t asking for help… oh, yeah, my wife didn’t actually join in, but did find it hilarious and decided to look for the camera.  Unfortunately, I’d left it in the diaper bag the day before so this event passed us by without visual documentation to be used as a blackmail tool later in his life. 

I’m sure that it was one of those parental moments when you have to ask yourself if you’re supposed to be upset, but aren’t because it’s so freaking funny.  I know the mommy wasn’t angry because she called me up while still laughing.

The ironic thing about this story is that we’ve never had to worry about leaving food out because our dog will not touch it without permission, but now we’ll have to worry about our second-born son, the human one.  Maybe our dog can take him under his wing paw and teach him to be more respectful of our food.

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February 4, 2007 - Posted by | Donuts, Humor, kids, parenthood

2 Comments »

  1. I read this entry briefly while looking over someone’s shoulder. I chuckled with glee then as I do now as I read it more thoroughly! How very ambitious and adventurous of my little grandson! I saw his eyes light up today probably with the same thoughts he had with the doughnuts when he spotted all those delicious peanut butter cookies with the little kisses mounded high on the kitchen table. Fortunately, I was there with him and ran interference with the treats before he could finish shouting ‘COOKIE’! I know that gleam!

    Comment by The Grandmother | February 9, 2007 | Reply

  2. G-mom,
    The boy appreciates the cookies, and so do I, but my expanding waistline doesn’t. Oh well, the waistline will just have to deal with it.

    Comment by linusmann | February 13, 2007 | Reply


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