Breakfast Bash

I know that I have stated here before that Andrew and I almost never fight. And that's true. But there was this one time when he brought home a dozen doughnuts from our favorite doughnut place, and I told him to bring the kind that had chocolate frosting with sprinkles on them for the kids and I, cause we're all childish and that's what we like.

So he brought home ONE that was frosted in chocolate with sprinkles on it. What's up with that??

The rest of the doughnuts were ones that he likes. He told me he tried to get a variety. Why would he do that when I specifically told him which ones we like?

Half of the doughnuts were man doughnuts - you know, anything that's huge and has creme in the middle. Those were for him and his brother to share. The rest of the doughnuts were as follows: one doughnut with blueberry frosting, one maple frosted doughnut, one plain, one sugar coated, one of the chocolate with sprinkles, and one that was coated in coconut. You know who likes coconut? Nobody. Except Andrew.

So the kids were all kinda upset and sad because they were excited about having doughnuts for breakfast and they were majorly let down. Ethan was the only one who got the good kind because he got to the box first. I told Andrew that he brought back crappy doughnuts that none of us wanted, (hey - I get to be immature too, sometimes), and he got really ticked at all of us and pulled the "When I was a kid, I didn't get doughnuts. You all should just be happy for what you have and eat them," thing.

Except he yelled it rather than said it, and he made Cameron cry. And you know what? He was right. We should have just eaten them happily. But which of us was supposed to eat the nasty coconut one?

I explained to him later that he bought doughnuts that he liked, and that he should have been thinking of others, and that maybe next time he could calmly explain his position instead of making everyone jump out of their skin and hide in their bedrooms, myself included. Especially when your position is the right one, because you kind of loose ground when you loose your mind.

We were both right, we were both wrong, but the biggest lesson I learned that day was to never send Andrew for doughnuts.