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April 20th, 2009:

A Huge Wall Of Donuts

Dude and Princess asked if we could have donuts for breakfast some day this weekend, because clearly they have been denied any sugar this past week after EASTER! Hubby and I looked at each other and had a GREAT idea. We’d take them to Dunkin Donuts so they could choose a donut from that humongous wall of donuts that they have!

So Sunday morning we headed out for our donut adventure. We get to Dunkin Donuts and what do we realize? That the huge wall of donuts: 1) Shrunk since I was last there in 1980 OR 2) Was never that big to begin with OR 3) Just seemed bigger when I was smaller.

According to Dude it was never that big to begin with . . . “Well, I’m a little kid and it doesn’t look that big to me.”

Mood wrecker!

We all got donuts. We all ate donuts. We all enjoyed donuts. We were all a little disappointed with the non-existent wall of donuts.

You see, I had a vision . . . a vision that has long been burned into my brain from my childhood. A vision that occurred every Tuesday at precisely 9:15 a.m. from the time I was 3 until I was almost headed to kindergarden. My aunt babysat me when I was little. My Twin Cousin (our birthdays are 2 weeks apart) Chad and I played together every day of our lives out on the farm. We even LOOKED like brother and sister! Tuesday was grocery day. We’d hop in the WAY BACK of the station wagon – you know the WAAAYYYY BACK, the place where the groceries are supposed to go but where they put the kids they didn’t love as much to sit in that backward seat to inhale exhaust fumes and ensure certain car sickness and brain damage – and we’d head (back?) into town with Aunt Patty. We always knew our first stop would be the Donut Shop! I can still see that little yellow building and smell the donuts and coffee – it wasn’t a Dunkin Donuts – it was just a regular old hometown family-owned donut shop. There was a huge wall of donuts in a humonstrous case – a donut case set JUST at the same height as the eyes of a 4 year old. I don’t know what woman in her right mind would allow two four-year-olds to choose a single donut from such a wide selection – apparently a very patient woman – but Chad and I always got to browse the case and choose a donut . . . I always got a chocolate cake donut with sprinkles and a box of chocolate milk. We’d sit down at a little table by the window and watch the cars drive by with little kids looking out the windows wondering what we had done to deserve to get DONUTS and CHOCOLATE MILK while they were driving to who-knows-where! I can taste that donut now . . . and smell the coffee that the rest of the people were drinking with their donuts while they chatted about the weather and the crops.

After we got good and sugared up, Aunt Patty would take us to the grocery store . . . where we’d RUN and RUN and RUN around while she shopped for groceries. Don’t get me wrong – Aunt Patty had rules and there was a certain code of conduct we were expected to adhere to. However, Tuesday morning at the grocery store was a pretty slow place . . . it seemed that only the “old” people went there on that day at that time, so we were allowed a little leeway. Chad and I would run up and down the aisles trying to hide from Aunt Patty on the shelves of food. She, of course, would pretend not to see us and would grab the box of cereal right next to where one of us was while we pointed at each other and giggled and couldn’t BELIEVE that she didn’t see us! We always took great pride in the fact that she never found us until we wanted her to see us. We also had a competition going to see who was “worth more.” The ladies in the store would always play our game . . . they’d stop and look at fruit or whatever it was we were hiding in and say “Well, Margaret, this apple looks delicious, but I think this BIGGER apple UNDER THE BIN ON THE FLOOR looks far more delicious. I’d pay at least $1 for it. I could make an entire pie!” Then Margaret would say “Well, Rose, I think the HUGE banana THAT FELL ON THE FLOOR OVER HERE is worth at least $2.” Of course they’d walk away and we’d giggle and giggle and talk all the way home about which one of us was worth more money.

While my trip to the donut shop with my kiddos didn’t turn out to be all that I remembered as a child, a big shout out goes to my Mom for making sure that I got to spend LOTS of time with my cousins when I was a kid, and another huge shout out goes to my Aunt Patty for the wonderful donuts and for letting us be kids.