Mrs TB and I took the 3yo daughter for a rare treat for dinner at “the big M” and a play on their playground.
While she was playing I said to the wife, “I’ll watch her, you go grab those 2 donuts at the cafe for us later” (Surprisingly good donuts by the way)
Donuts bought, hidden away in brown paper bags.
3yo comes in, “Whats that?”
Me: “nothing, just rubbish”
3yo “Can I SEEEEEE”
Me looking towards Mrs TB pained, “no sweetie, it’s rubbish, why would you want to look at rubbish”
3yo “can I seee ittttt, I want to see it”
Me in frustration I change strategy, “sweetheart, it’s a treaty for charlie (the dog)”
Unfazed 3yo “Let me see it, I want to see ittttt”.
Me: “Fine, here”
I quickly thrust the paper bag, slightly open the end for a half glace and put it back on the table.
3yo, “MMMMmmm, charlie is going to LOVE donuts”