The sugar doughnut. Or, how we got some exercise on Sunday
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- March
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With yesterday being Easter Sunday, most of our regular weekend expedition options were out.
All the malls and stores were closed; the weather early in the day was just a bit too nippy to go to a park. Plus, with all the rain we’ve had lately, all the parks are rather soggy.
So, we stayed indoors, played with toys, watched a little bit of TV, played a little bit on the computer. Daddy barbecued. We ate short-cut ribs and hand-made sausage from the Uruguyan butcher downtown. Rafael refused to nap. Markus finally took a short nap.
The day finally turned out to be so lovely that we finally decided to take a walk to our neighborhood’s shopping district. Nice wide sidewalks there.
Markus was in his stroller, jabbering away, taking off his baseball cap and then putting it back on every time I told him to.
Rafael would run ahead, but made sure to wait and hold mommy or daddy’s hand every time we had to cross a street. By the time we got to the main street, Rafael was thirsty and wanted the juice box we’d brought along. But he didn’t want to just drink it. He wanted to “sit down and relax” while drinking it.
Nice wide sidewalks, yes. Benches, no. He drank the juice anyway and by the time he finished it, daddy realized he could really go for a cup of coffee, as we were across the street from the kosher Dunkin Donuts that’s open 24/7.
Rafael immediately asked for a donught.
He’d eaten pretty well all day and he never did get to eat that fortune cookie on Friday, so what the heck.
We went in, sat down and daddy bought a coffee for him and two sugar donuts — one for Rafael and one for daddy to split with Markus.
“A sugar doughnut?!” Rafael exclaimed. “That’s my fa-vor-ite!”
These days everything’s his favorite, it seems. I got an orange juice to quench my thirst and suddenly orange juice was his “fa-vor-ite,” too.
As Rafael chowed down, my husband remarked to me that him having a sugar doughnut now (it was 6 p.m. or so) would mean he’d be up and, ahem, energetic for a little while. What the heck. He hadn’t had a nap, so he should still fall asleep at bedtime (he did. was that bad of us)?
After everyone finished his treat, we walked back home, the weather still warm and lovely.
It occurred to me that this is exactly how a Sunday should be.
Sunny and warmish, with a walk with the family and a sugar doughnut.
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