Yesterday the boy was promised some donuts but due to some city-wide event, downtown was gridlock. So, he went to bed ... without any of his favorite treats.
And he was a miserable bastard all day today, grumbling about donuts. Enough was enough. When he got home, we went to Voodoo to get him some of his favorite treats. With a bag of donuts in hand, we were about to exit the donut shop when we saw a bucket of donuts for $5.
A bucket of donuts?! Did we buy it? What do you think?
James was chittering with excitement and happiness the whole way home. He was so eager getting out of the car, he dropped the bucket on his foot. The irony was not lost on either of us.
For $5, this bucket was PACKED. And these donuts were probably only 12 hours old. You couldn't even see the bottom.
We started taking the donuts out - to examine our loot - and soon filled a plate.
And another plate...
It seemed this bucket was bottomless. At this point, he might have passed out from sheer joy. After two full plates of donuts, you STILL couldn't see the bottom. Donuts, donuts everywhere.
I ate one and then stole the cocopuffs from another. I expect the boy to pass out in a sugar induced coma in about 30 minutes. When he does, I'm covering him in donuts.
I uploaded this last picture in its original size.