I smiled fondly while grabbing my phone to take a picture. “The look of pure excitement on his face every single time he encounters a donut can make one begin to understand America’s problem with childhood obesity,” I mused aloud.
Then, catching myself, I looked around the small shop and cleared my throat for the sake of any judgy types who normally don’t get my sense of humor or who like to pretend they don’t get my sense of humor for the sake of having a person to rant about that day. Because two can play at that game.
“Which is certainly no laughing matter. ONCE A WEEK, kid,” I said loudly, “after church. And for the rest of today: Only broccoli!”
My husband rolled his eyes, my neighbor chuckled and said “Whatever” under his breath, and my son smiled blissfully as he took that first bite. I wondered if he felt like I do every morning with my first sip of coffee.
It was a good morning.