donut sunday

Last week there were dozens and dozens of donuts at the fellowship time after church service.  I know that for some churches, this is no big deal.  But we normally have bagels and muffins and fruit, so the donuts made a really big impression on the kids.

(I feel like the donuts are making a more regular special appearance lately.  I haven't mentioned it to the kids.  I have no doubt that if there is a schedule, the girls will figure it out in no time.)

As I collected the girls from their classes, I mentioned that I'd noticed that there were donuts.  They cheered, "Donut Sunday!" and raced toward the fellowship area.  They carefully made their selections.  Kathleen picked a cake donut with chocolate frosting.  Madeline picked a frosted yeast donut nearly as big as her head.  With sprinkles.  I had to capture their glee:

Not all of us ate donuts.  I abstained, opting for another cup of decaf coffee instead.  Jim missed the whole thing, slaving away at school.  And poor Indy didn't get a donut, either.

Sorry, big guy.  Maybe when you're two...  (Or, more likely, the next time there are donuts, when you're not strapped down in a stroller and you swipe one off the table when your father and I are not looking. )