The Donut/Doughnut Incident

Last night Bill went to the store to get some milk. I wanted a donut. ONE donut. He brings back a six. Great. They will go stale before they all get eaten as we are not really donut (doughnut) people.

So I ate my one doughnut (donut) and put the box on the stove. I got up to go to bed and said, "hide those donuts before you come in". Ok.

This morning Gavin gets up at 6:30. Bill put him on the couch and came in and told me Gavin was sleeping on the couch and that he was leaving for work. Ok. (Y'all see right where I am going, right?)

I got up.

Gavin was sitting on the couch eating a glazed donut. On his face he had powdered sugar, red filling, a couple of peanuts.

Me - "Gavin, whatcha eating?"
G - Doughnuts
Me - How many have you had.
G - 91
Me - *chuckles*

I go into the kitchen and notice the box on the stove is empty. :shock: Then I look at the table - one donut on a plate at Rachel's spot. Gavin had eaten FOUR doughnuts. FOUR. Not 4 donut holes, FOUR big ass donuts. Some frosted and sprinkled, some glazed, some filled with raspberry sugar goo. *sigh*

Me - Gavin, are you going to eat this one too?
G - No, that is for Rachel
Me - What about Cora?
G - Cora is too little for doughnuts.
Me - *eye roll*

So anyway, after breakfast...about 45 minutes after, Gavin loses all control of his behavior. Throwing things, hitting, biting, pushing, screaming oh screaming, hitting me, throwing things at my head, jumping on the couch, jumping on his sisters.....I thought he had gone mad. He has been VERY good the last few days, sleeping better, etc.

I spent the morning fighting some sort of Poltergeist of a child. Add to that a teething 18mo and it was disastrous.

Finally it was nap time. All three children went into bed, laid down, and fell asleep within seconds. That NEVER happens. Ever. Never ever.

It wasn't until I went to take a nap myself that I had the mother of all light bulb moments. The (*(&^*&%#$ donuts!!! He had been on a sugar high the size of West Virginia. No wonder he was some sort of crazy ass mad man. Nap time was easy because he crashed.

So, moral of the story is - hide your damn donuts!!