The Sunday Musician

The Doughnut Incident

I don’t remember the exact circumstances, but I do remember wanting to just sit in my chair and relax.  I think it was a Saturday morning.  My wife was gone somewhere and I was in charge of our three oldest daughters, ages 9, 7, and 5.   They played well together at that age, and I was looking forward to a little reading, a little napping, etc.  In order to cover their nutritional needs I had done what any Dobson-reading father would have done—I bought a dozen doughnuts.  Big variety, sure to please. 

(A little side note:  Men, don’t you dare express dismay at my food choice—you’ve all done it, every single one of you.  And ladies, even if you think he hasn’t, your husband has done this.  More than once.) 

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