Oh, and one funny memory I had while writing the last post.
I have no idea how old I was. I think Barry was a baby, which would make me 4 or 5. Or maybe Barry was 2 and I was 6. Anyway, Clarke and I had this routine where we would cuddle with Mommy and Daddy every morning. We would wake up at about the same time, but Clarke would always get up first, and make a mad dash for Mommy and Daddy's room so he could have the prime snuggle spot - between Mommy and Daddy. I would hear his feet hit the floor, and even though my mind was functioning at roughly the speed of glue, I was out of bed and trying desperately to attain that prized spot. As it happened, usually I got the spot between Mommy and the edge of the bed, of which I was always in danger of plummeting off. It was also much colder at the edge of the bed.
Anyway, one of these mornings, we were all snuggled up, at least one of us had been informed that we had dragon breath, and it was about time to go downstairs and eat breakfast. This was a special morning, because we had donut holes!
Mommy laughed mischievously said, "Ooh, let's hurry up and go eat all the donut holes so Daddy can't have any!"
Daddy rolled his eyes, or otherwise responded with some non-verbal cue that I entirely missed.
A few minutes later found me downstairs, looking at the plastic container of donut holes on the table.
I was quite perplexed. We were supposed to eat them all before Daddy could have any, but nobody else was coming downstairs. What if Daddy came downstairs before Clarke and Mommy and Barry? He would see them, and there would be no stopping him!
I waited, listening. People were moving around, teeth were being brushed. Was that the shower?
We were running out of time! Soon, Daddy would come.
Well, there was nothing left to do but...
The first handful of donut holes was wonderful! They were so yummy, all fluffy and glazed with white frosting. Mmmmmm!
I kept eating. After about a third of the box, I was all full. But, there were still SO many donut holes, and if I didn't finish them ALL, Daddy would get some. Dutifully, I stuffed another few in my mouth.
Oh, my stomach ached! I didn't know HOW I could POSSIBLY eat the whole box!
Suddenly, I came up with a brilliant idea! Nobody likes to eat something that somebody has already chewed on! If I took a single bite out of EVERY remaining donut hole, I wouldn't have to finish the box, and Daddy wouldn't want to eat any of them. I set to work. One little bite, two little bites, three, four... nibble... nibble... done! Every single donut hole had a bite in it. My work was done.
I hadn't quite finished, but I had done my best. When Mommy finally came downstairs, I brought her the box of bitten donut holes.
"Mommy, I tried to eat them all so Daddy couldn't have any, but I got really full, so I took bites out of all of them so he wouldn't want any."
To my great shock, Mommy reached into the box, took one of the nibbled donut holes, and popped it into her mouth.
And sadly, I can't remember any more of her reaction than that.
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