Breakfast of Champions

I am a big fan of the donut. I don't indulge very often, so they always seem like a treat.

If you ask HPR, he'll tell you that I indulged in them rather frequently during my pregnancy with Shmoo. He likes to joke that all we could see at the 20-week ultrasound was a donut topped with ice cream. Astute readers know that the almighty donut/coffee combo was allegedly what got labor going that morning in November 2004.

So it seems only natural that my son would take after me:

Boston Kreme, shnum!

HPR brought a half-dozen donuts home a few weeks ago. For breakfast, I let Shmoo choose. I was going to cut it in half for him, but I figured he'd eat some, then abandon it as he does with most meals. About this, I couldn't have been more wrong.

Shmoo ate about 2/3 of it sitting at the table. He seemed to be slowing down, so I asked if he was finished. He said "I wanna go play . . . with the donut." I helped him down from his booster chair. He headed toward the living room and I followed with his plate. I said "how about putting the donut back on the plate while you play?" "OK," he responded, and did so.

After about 20 seconds, he said "I'm all done playing" and came back for the donut. I got him dressed in between his bites; he cautiously put the donut down while I helped his arms into shirt sleeves.

I went to the kitchen to grab Shmoo's lunchbox and packed it in HPR's bag for their trolley commute. Shmoo was still working away at the donut. His bites got slower and slower, but no way was he going to relinquish that donut. When he had about 1/5 left, I told him he could wait and finish it on the trolley if he wanted.

It was almost painful to watch. I could tell he was full, but he just couldn't give it up. By the time HPR came downstairs, Shmoo had finished the donut and looked like a dog who had wolfed down an entire holiday cheese log.

Since it was a daycare day, we don't know what repercussions the donut may have had, but as for Shmoo, he was ready to get back in the saddle again: He asked for donuts for breakfast the next morning.

Comments

[el-e-e]

Oh, donuts. I try never to buy them for the example it would set for AJ that eating donuts is GOOD and WISE and MUST BE DONE WITH PASSION, 2 or 3 at a time. Not a good example.

Schmoo is so cute!

[Erin]

mmm.... donuts! They sound very yummy. I've been wanting a donut for a couple of weeks, but haven't indulged yet.

Emily had a night last week where she was a bottomless pit. She ate sooo much. When we got her home and put her in the bath, her stomach was huge! She looked like she'd swallowed a basketball. It was almost grotesque.

[ThomasT]

Sounds like you should retitle this post "Champion of Breakfast!" Maybe he's a future Wing Bowl champion.

Go Shmoo!

[Jennifer]

I loves me some donuts, but Costa Rica just can't seem to get the hang of it. They look pretty much like donuts, but they're invariably disappointing. Although there has been considerable improvement in recent years, I'll give them that.

On a related note, I have always hated olives, but craved and ate them while pregnant and, wouldn't you know it, both my girls love them.

[Night Editor]

Goodness, he's cute! And a poster child for Krispy Kreme, eh? I WANT a donut NOW after seeing his cute mug. You've captured his little love affair perfectly here.

Happy Sunday!

[SteveO]

There's a Krispy Kreme 1 mile from my new place. I just ate and I'm dog-tired from moving, but I'm seriously considering a pilgrimage after reading tonight's post.

The Boston cream gene runs strong in this family. I see Shmoo likes to eat his chocolate-side down, the better to taste the rich, smooth, chocolaty goodness!

[Cath]

Way to represent Auggie, Shmoo - donut firmly in mouth - aauummmmphhhh. Watch out for the freshman 15!!

[Niki]

I've been seriously craving Munchkins for weeks now. Looking at this picture I don't know if I can hold off for one more second. How are you feeling?

[BOSSY]

Ah yes -- Krispy Krack. Bossy knows the symptoms well.

[Lainey-Paney]

This picture made me go out & buy donuts.
Yum.