Donut Madness

I don't buy boxes of donuts. The "boys" fight over them, and count, and put dibs on, and accuse the other of eating more than his share. I blame it on the older one. By 42, he should be able to handle the situation.

But he's the one who bought this box. They were on sale.

So when the donuts were discovered hidden in the kitchen by one of them, I took a bite out of each one and returned them to their hiding place. The one guilty at the hiding would find them and be outraged at the other for taking the bites.

Sure enough................"Ah! Dad took a bite out of every donut!"

Guilty.

Hysterical.

I fessed up.