Grand theft bun
I had an errand to run at Pike Place Market while Iris was at the babysitter this morning. I told Iris I was going downtown and asked if she wanted anything. She said, “Bring Iris some donuts!” I said the donuts wouldn’t travel well, so how about a sticky buns. “With sticky goo!” she said. (This is from a book, The Fat Cats at Sea, where a bunch of cats sail around looking for the Island of Goo, where buns grown on trees.)
So I stopped at the bun bakery and chose a green apple bun. I unzipped my backpack and went to put the bagged bun in, when I realized the bag was warm. Nearly hot. This was a freshly-baked bun. I decided to take a bite. Iris didn’t need an entire bun. The bite was yeasty and hot, and my fingers got sticky with sliced apple. I took another bite. I will save her half, I thought. Then I ate the whole bun.
I’m picking her up in half an hour, and I’m not sure what to say.
Comment by Andrew Feldstein
“Here, Iris, lick Daddy’s fingers.”
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
Posted on May 25, 2006 at 1:30 pm
Comment by Don
I would have told her that, as it turns out, the buns don’t travel very well either … and immediately offered a trip to the Market for donuts (and buns?) in the VERY near future.
Posted on May 25, 2006 at 4:30 pm
Comment by Neil
I think I’m spending too much time at Cute Overload - when I saw this headline, my first thought was someone had stolen your rabbit.
Posted on May 26, 2006 at 6:50 pm