Me: Let’s get dressed so we can go to school and get donuts for your teachers.
G: Genevieves don’t like donuts
Me:

Me: WTF??

apparently there was some confusion over what a donut was, cause as soon as we saw the bright shiny colors of Dunkin Donuts, G got very excited.   She wanted to stand with me in line, she wanted to see over the counter, she became enraptured with the smell of coffee.   the nice donut lady gave G 2 powdered munchkins, and she wanted to sit at a table and eat.   There is hope for the restaurants of East Mesa yet!

She was taken aback by all the powder, I cant actually say she likes the munchkins cause she took a tinyBite and then held on to her munchkins for about the next 20 minutes, clutching them in her little wax paper napkin.   Perhaps chocalate glaze would have gone over better. In the car, out of the car, into school, terrified to take a picture with Mr. Tony aka Santa…she never let go of the munchkins. Just like Daddy falling off his bike.

Bakers need not fear for G’s patronage, by the end of this xmas season she shall be a junkie.