He's small. And cute. And LOVES donuts. I call him The Donut Monster. But he won't share with me. Or with anyone else for that matter. He just downed 5 donut holes, lickety-split. Smiling the whole time.
Grandma said "Oh, you are a joke."
"I'm not a joker," he said in his cute little (almost) 3-year-old donut monster voice.
Oh I could just eat him up. And if I did, then I could get the donuts, too.
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