Jamin took today off. {He usually always takes Fridays off} We took the kiddies in for their flu shots. Aiden was blissfully unaware until I pulled him into my lap, and he spotted the syringe in the container to his immediate right. It was then that the whimpering carnage began. For the next minute or so, we were punished with his tears and sputters. He dried it up quickly when I asked him to be brave for baby. She was next.

He did better than Emerson who, ten minutes after the ordeal had passed (along with her five second scream delay) sobbed horrifically any time a nurse so much as glanced in her direction. "How could you DO this to me!?!" Her face was priceless. I won't lie. I found her antics quite hilarious.

Afterwards, while running a few errands, we passed our very own Krispy Kreme. The "Hot Now" sign was flashing in the horizon like a beacon. Beckoning us home. I WAS feeling a bit faint with low blood sugar, and the kids NEEDED a reward for their anguish, we rationalized. (That, and Jamin was feeling like a fat kid.)

So into the parking lot we screeched. Jamin exited with Aiden to place our order, and I sat lounging in the passenger seat with Emerson, who was dozing in the back. When they arrived at the side door with steaming prize in hand, we dug into the box like a pack of mutant ravenous wolves. Jamin fed Aiden, from his car seat. I assisted Emerson, who screeched at me any time I hesitated for a moment in between bites, placing them in her little mouth. It was constantly gaping open like a baby bird, ready for the next morsel.

I had inhaled my first and was starting my second when Jamin froze, with a somber face. It was as if the heavy reality of it all had settled upon him, and it was too much to acknowledge or comprehend until now.

"Oh my gosh," he stated, dryly.

"What?"

"You might be a redneck if...you and your kids shovel donuts down your throats in the Krispy Kreme parking lot."

Later, as we passed Hooters, he asked me if I wanted to take the kids inside for lunch, and sit at the bar.

That is why I married you, Jamin Mills. Your uncanny ability to send me into fits of laughter at any given moment...