Some things are too incredibly and utterly PERFECT to let go.
When Yiannis confused the word doughnut with his favorite cartoon character Donald, while mentioning to his father that he can make the best DONALD in the world on the new game I downloaded for him on my phone (blame me for needing some peace of mind in the last week’s 6 hour car ride), we looked at each other and smiled.
Yes. I know. I tried to. I promise.
Me: Honey…it’s actually D-O-U-G-H-N-U-T, NO L there.
Yiannis: OK, mom. D-O-N-A-L-D.
Me: No, honey. NO L. DOUGH-NUT. NUT. NUT. NUT I actually DID sound like a nut.
Yiannis: OK, OK. I got it.
Me: Say it.
Yiannis: No, I got it. I don’t want to say it (totally being Yiannis)
A few days passed and the whole word was forgotten.
We have been living with my sister & the kids under one roof for the last few days and one thing is for sure. Having 2 children is a piece of cake (figure of speech of course). Having 5???? 5 is the magic number. They have the power to transform you into either: a) lunatic, a.k.a wacko or b) a zen version of yourself. Now, my dear friends, how well do you really know me?? a or b??
In a desperate attempt to keep the children from wanting to leave the house and wonder off I bribed them with the promise of baking them some doughnuts. Desperate, I said.
Note to self: Be prepared to bake another batch should you succeed in satisfying their doughnut craving in the first place. Or even better: AVOID STUPID BRIBES ALL IN ALL AND LET THEM WONDER OFF NEXT TIME.
When Yiannis managed to inhale his 4 mini doughnuts in less than 10 seconds he turned to me and literally begged me:
Mom, please, please, please, can you bake us some more DONALLLLLDDDSSSSS tomorrow???
Sorry Donald. This is a keeper.
Until next time