Saturday afternoon we stopped by Publix for a few items. Bryson wanted doughnuts. They were the stale Krispy Kreme's. Don't get me wrong, I love Krispy Kreme Doughnuts! But they looked like they had been there awhile so I told him later that night we would go into town, watch them make them and get a doughnut. He didn't quite like that idea and Stephen ended up having to take him out of the store kicking and screaming while I got into line. By this point I was acting like didn't know him as I watched them head to the car with Bryson thrown over Stephen's shoulder. I noticed people looking and I think they were trying to decide if he was being abducted.
Sunday afternoon Stephen was to lead singing at the church service at the nursing home where his Grandmother lives. I told Bryson if he could sit still and be quiet like in our regular church service he would get a treat.
"Krispy Kreme doughnuts?!?" He asked.
I told him that would be fine but he had to earn it. So we went, and of course, they weren't making any, but he didn't care. He seemed very surprised that the place smelt like doughnuts. I'm not sure exactly what he was thinking it would smell like. We went home and he started eating his doughnut he picked out. It was a little much for him so he told me he was finished but told me NOT to throw it away.
Me: "I won't. Just put it back in the box."
Bryson: "Can you say please?!?"
Me: "Bryson, can you put your doughnut back in the box and save it for later....please?
Bryson: "Now was that so hard?"
He cracks me up.