When I went to the store this morning to get milk, I grabbed two small bags of donut holes (along with a few fried chicken gizzards, which I ate in the car on the way home because (1) they were warm and (2) I knew no one else wanted any of them). Chad, Addie and I scarfed down the first bag of donut holes. I think there were a dozen in each little bag. Chad opened the second bag and ate a few.
Nicole came home for lunch and said “Donut holes?” so we told her to eat them. She ate a couple and I said “Eat them all!” She thought that was all there were and we told her no . . there were two bags. We’ve already eaten one bag. She said “I don’t know if I can eat them all!” I said “Sure you can! Shove them all in your mouth . . you can do it!” She had to prove she could!
We were all laughing so hard that Addie had to come see what was going on.
She did it! She ate them all. There really weren’t that many in there.
She’s such a good sport!