Pete: I want a doughnut.
Me: I don’t have any doughnuts, baby.
Pete: How ’bout a big doughnut?
Me: I don’t have any doughnuts at all. Not even a big one.
Pete: OK, I go get some.
Me: How are you going to do that?
Pete: I, uh, I probably go get a big doughnut.
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My little charge, Rosie, recently had this to say when I asked her if she wanted to go for a short walk, “YES! We go to the donut sprinkle store!” Translation: I want to go to Dunkin Donuts a few blocks from the house ’cause that’s where Mom always takes her. =)
Zach loves doughnuts. He comes to work with me once a fortnight or so and we always stop in for one on the way. We don’t tell Mum.
He’s started calling Sinead “Mummy”, which she finds disturbing. I don’t know why.
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