Usually, we don't eat donuts. Occasionally, though, Paul will stop with the girls for donuts on their way to school. That doesn't occur very often, either.

Since Paul has been gone, though, I thought it would be a fun treat to take the girls to get some donut holes to share (and a cup of Dazbog coffee for me).

It was a little embarrassing as Kayleigh and I sat outside the gym while Abby had her gymnastics class and she needed consent from me for every donut hole she grabbed. Even worse, she thought they were meatballs! "Another meatball, Mama?" "Sure, Kayleigh, have another meatball."