Love and Donuts

I went with my son Noah to Krispy Kreme donuts to grab some glazed donuts.

We got to the counter and he asked me if he could have a chocolate milk. 

 

I thought to myself “Buddy, you are going to have a sugar overload…but okay.”

 

I said “sure”.

 

Then he asked me if he could have two donuts.

 

My alarm went off “warning, warning…you are about to hit sugar coma…do not, I repeat, do not let him have another donut.”

 

I said “sure”.

 

The alarm came back on “hello?  Is there a responsible parent somewhere?  Can someone else please make an informed decision for this poor boy?”

 

“Really, Dad?” he said.

 

“Sure, you may not be able to finish it, but we can always take it home.”

 

Again with the alarm, “Okay, you passed this test, but be on the look-out if he actually tries to eat both donuts and drink the whole carton of chocolate milk.  You must stop him.”

 

We got his donuts and chocolate milk, sat down and he began to scarf.

 

Again the alarm “Please be forewarned.  Your son is eating at a high rate of speed.  At this rate, he will finish the first donut and move quickly to his second…do not let him start on the second…I repeat, do not allow two donuts to pass through his mouth…we could see violent shaking and vomiting if that should occur.  Please be a parent and stop him….someone stop him.”

I watched as he bit into the second one and I said “Buddy, you may want to wait on that one.”

 

“I’m okay, Dad.  I’m not full” he said.

 

“Not full is not a proper response…warning, warning…no one gets full from donuts.  They are made of air….oily, greasy god-forsaken air…you never get full.  You only get sick…stop him before we see projectile chocolate, donut vomit.”

 

“Okay, bud.  If that’s what you think.” I said.

 

“Time out on the field.  Could someone pull this parent out of the rotation and get someone with half a brain in here.  We can’t have sick children.   This is not acceptable.  Please step away from the child until a more mature and responsible parent can be found” went the alarm.

Halfway through the second donut and the milk, Noah said “Dad, I don’t feel good.”

 

“Hello, hello, McFly…I called this one.  Any comatose ape could have called this one…but no…you didn’t stop him did you…now he has a “tummy ache”…smooth move, Exlax” went the alarm again.

 

I said “Buddy, I thought you had too much, but you needed to figure that out.  Why don’t we wrap up what you have left and head to the truck.. You can lay down and maybe that will help a little.”

 

“Okay” he said in a nauseated voice.

 

The next day I told him that sometimes too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.  I think he got the point.

 

But the same goes for video games, tv, etc…we have to be careful that our kids don’t try to use things and people to get their fulfillment.

We, too, have to be careful.

 

Fun, yes.  Fulfillment, no.

  I’ve noticed single parents, both young and old, jumping from one relationship to another relationship in search of their “special someone”.

 Dating is like a donut.  Sometimes you can’t eat just one, but you better not eat two because it will make you sick.

 

 You have to put space between each donut and between each relationship.  You need to think and assess each new and old relationship and learn from it.

 

 If you eat too many donuts or have too many relationships one after another, you might find that other people get sick of you.