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.
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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