Dear Dunkin Donuts drive through,
I'm not sure what to say. I've been awake since 2:30am, dealing with a plethora of kid issues--everything from needing a new bandaid, to a 4am request to go swimming. On top of that, I came into the kitchen to find that we were out of coffee. My husband left for work at 6am, so there I was, zombie-tired, no coffee, and relentless demands for Mickey Mouse pancakes. And then I thought of you, in all your pink and orange drive-through holiness. And I said, "Kids, would you like to get donuts this morning??" And without even a second prodding, they got their shoes on, helped each other buckle into their seats, and 10 minutes later, we had three donuts, a breakfast sandwich, and a gigantic coffee (I asked the drive-through attendant, "what's the largest size you have? I'll have that"). Now the kids are punching each other on the couch and fake-crying. But we had a grand 20 minutes of donut splendor, and I have enough coffee to make it through the put-your-church-clothes-on-NOW-or-there-will-be-consequences rush. So I guess what I really want to say, Dunkin Donuts, is thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Until next Sunday,
Me
