This morning was special for Drew. He met a reading goal we set for him here at home and earned a donut. I know, a Casey's donut ... a prize anyone would go to great lengths to earn. Drew could barely contain himself as Big Daddy loaded him into the car to retrieve the almighty donut.
With our newly found frugality, Big Daddy purchased an entire box of day old treats, rather than just two fresh ones, as it would be a much better deal. It worked out well too, because at dinner as the four children scarfed down their gourmet feast consisting of corn dogs, mixed fruit, broccoli and potato chips, Drew spotted the box that once held a dozen slightly stale goodies.
Drew: Mom, can we have a donut for dessert?
Me: Sure.
Drew: Oh man, we can't. There is only three donuts left.
Me: (looking at four children doused in ketchup) Yeah you can. Someone just can't eat all their dinner.
Drew: Good idea.
