"Please, Sir...May I Have Some More?"

I put together a little once a week coop preschool/playgroup. It's 3 hours, there are 7 kids total, and we take turns hosting at our homes each week...with a few field trips in between (that all the parents attend). It's great to have the one on one time with Q, and she still gets to join in on all the field trip fun with her big sis.

Following "D-week" at Brooke's house, I set up the field trip: a tour of Krispy Kreme. (Because D is for Donut. Hopefully, it will be years before they discover that D is also for Diet, Dentist, and Diabetes.)

Turn around, guys!
(that's Reese in the middle with the security-hood up)

Reese, Bryn, Phoebe (Alayna's lil' sis), Jackson, Codi, Alayna, and Drew. Not pictured: Brooke, Q, and Hannah (Jackson's lil' sis) (eventually, the hood came down and the paper hat went up)
Brian: our tour guide behind the glass, and into the magical land where deep fried happiness is born. He was very patient with the kids, and spoke to them like they were 25. He probably would have lost my attention too, had I not seen the "make your own" donut station waiting for us, like a light at the end of the very boring tunnel. I spent a good 15 minutes following this around:

Before the kids were allowed to make their own donuts, they first had to stare at a tray of sprinkles and HUGE pot of spinning melted chocolate and warm maple frosting for 10 minutes while they "listened" to Brian explain why it is so important to blah blah blah... The chocolate was at EYE level and 3 inches away from their hungry little faces. It took a whole lotta will-power to keep myself from just letting Quincy go ahead and dip herself into the icing... just so I could kiss her face and suck the chocolate off her yummy little chubby cheeks.
(but not before I rolled her in sprinkles too...
MMMM.... Kwincy-Kreme)


Ok I'm starting to sound like the old lady that lived in the gingerbread house...Don't worry, you have nothing to be concerned about, until I start naming my children Hansel and Gretel.


Anyway, the kids had a great time, and so did the moms. The only real down part would have to be when they told us how many DOZENS of Krispy Kreme donuts get thrown away each day, because they weren't sold within their 3 hour life span.

Huh?

Throw away a donut?

I covered Reese's ears as Brian told us the tragic fate of "misshapen", "improperly cooked", and "old" donuts.
How sad.How wasteful.
I lost a little faith in the Krispy Kreme.

This just goes to show how much profit is made off each individual donut, because they can still afford to throw away an average of 30 dozen donuts a day. Yes. THIRTY DOZEN less than perfect donuts are wasted EVERY SINGLE DAY at Krispy Kreme.


This calls for a comment about starving children in Africa.


Certainly, these donuts could be put to a better use. I mean, the salvation army is right down the street!

Then again, perhaps, "the poor don't want the stumps."

How should I know?