Last night Nephew #2 (6 years old) saw a package of Hostess White Powdered Donuts I had bought. Upon seeing them he said, “Ohhhhhh, those are so good. When you had your head surgery we went to the cafeteria and had some of those.”
What struck me:
- “Head surgery” (I think I am OK with him to have that association instead of my brain)
- He associates those donuts with the hospital cafeteria. Not a family road trip, Grandma’s house, or anything else.
What do you think of when you see powdered donuts? Personally, I think of little, bits, of goodness in my mouth! But I’m sure I have some wheat sensitivity which means I can’t enjoy these (much) anymore.
Color me sad. 😦