Once a year the PTA buys out the local bakery, imports vats of orange juice, and puts on a feed for the kids and any significant male relative that they might have hanging around. We always bring our own donuts, since even though peanuts are now okay for Tabitha you never know what other nuts bakeries are using. Lauren can just dive right in, though. Donuts For Dads takes place right before school - you can show up anytime after 7:30am and eat right up until the school bell rings if you want to.
Because nothing says "education" like a building full of children jazzed on donuts.
This is one of the grander traditions at Not Bad President Elementary School, in my opinion, mostly because it gives me a chance to eat donuts. In my ongoing quest to stop eating like a graduate student and start eating like a grownup, I swore off donuts, more or less, a couple of years ago. It was a hard, hard thing, not least because it was about that time that Krispy Kreme came to our town, but it had to be done.
Donuts For Dads is always crowded, in part I suspect because I wasn't the only one who made that decision. But in part it is simply because the event does exactly what it was designed to do - get dads, grandfathers, uncles, stepdads, and SO's of Moms to sit down and share some not-so-guilty-pleasure time with our kids. And that is always a good thing.
Muffins For Moms comes next.
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