My Donuts Made Me Go Nuts (A Lament)

“Alas dear reader I must confess
Events this morning transpired
By children, ye high, with sniffly nose
For their breakfast, yes, I was hired.

With sweat on my brow and hope in my heart
I eagerly made what I could,
And I offered said food upon bended knee
Making memories for their childhood.

Then my oldest son, like a Gordon Ramsey
Declared with his toddlery tone
’THESE DONUTS ARE BAD, I WILL HAVE NONE!’
His words cut straight to my bones.

With a single tear I turned away
Wounded deep by the shaming,
Then I placed one donut upon my tongue
And realized I earned the defaming.”

But then I made a second batch and it was way better and my daughter stole at least one donut from each family member.

What’s the deep lesson we learn here?
Give stuff another shot, and tell your kids they’re right sometimes. It’ll make their day.

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