Sometimes, you have to protect your children from themselves. Sometimes, it is not easy.
When Hick and Genius went on their Goodwill tour Saturday, they picked up a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts from the Lindbergh location. Not just your regular Krispy Kremes, but the kind with chocolate icing on top. Let the record show that Val does not like Krispy Kremes, and Hick cannot eat them. And for an addendum to the record, Val has ordered two dozen Krispy Kremes from the FCCLA fundraiser at school, due to be delivered this Friday.
The Pony stayed overnight Saturday with his grandma. Oblivious to the Krispy Kremes sitting all smug in their big flat box on the kitchen cutting block. Yesterday morning, while coercing Genius to put away his clean and folded laundry, a terrible truth came to light. It was just after Genius complained about putting away the clothes, and right before he refused to wash the dishes.
"Oh, what do you have planned to do that's so important?"
"Well, right now I plan to stuff my face with Krispy Kremes."
"I hope you're leaving half for your brother."
"Actually, I already ate more than half."
"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet!"
"I ate eight of them yesterday."
"That's not fair!"
"I figured they'd all be gone before he got home. What time is Grandma bringing him back?"
"Oh, I have plenty of time."
"Leave him at least two."
"If I was him, I'd rather never know than realize that I'd been cheated out of four donuts."
"I can't believe you ate all those donuts."
"And I'm about to eat more."
"Your pancreas is packing up his belongings in a red bandana, tying it to a stick, and hitting the road."
"Heh, heh, heh. Funny." Genius shoved half a donut in his mouth.
"Seriously. That is SO not good for you."
"Oh, well." He finished the donut. Grabbed another one.
"Your pancreas weeps."
A single, solitary Krispy Kreme remained when The Pony returned. He saw the box. "Hey! Krispy Kremes!" Opened it. "Huh." Never did eat it. I suppose the disappointment was too much.