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The donut shop

I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I went to that donut shop.
The last time, I waddled into it pulling up my yoga pants still in that post- yoga calm.
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You had many of those chocolate bar donuts before you were born, Wonder Boy.
Each week after my pregnancy yoga class I would come to grab breakfast for Mr. Wonder and his coworker, grabbing a sausage croissant sandwich or breakfast burrito.
All those months and years ago, I had routines set in my time waiting for you.
I often grabbed a chocolate bar, sometimes a cinnamon roll, savoring the empty delicious calories.
The smell from the sausage always made me a little nauseous, so I would drive the next few blocks with a window open.
That’s what you do for love.

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Today you did your first trip to get daddy that special breakfast and got to pick out your donut for the first time.
Except you were too busy falling off a chair and bumping your head so I picked out a sprinkled one.
You picked off the sprinkles first, hesitant.

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Then you dug in, enthralled by the workers coming in for a morning snack- business suits next to dirty jeans, all answering your call of “Hey man!” with pleasant greetings and warm smiles.

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I’ve learned you’re the kind of kid that dives into the frosting first- cupcakes, donuts, cookies.
What doesn’t end up on your face and fingers is first to go in, and cake is just a means of delivery.
But licking frosting off your fingers is like dessert.

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Sorry, son. I think I created your sweet tooth through my own addiction.