We were talking about what treats to bring in to work tomorrow to celebrate a new employee joining us. Matthew said, “Muffins!” Tim said, “Donuts!” Matthew said, “The only time I like donuts is if it’s the plain cake donuts that I can dunk in my coffee.” “Me too!” I called out. And I don’t drink coffee. But his comment brought back to me the days of my youth when I would accompany my dad for “special times” to Dunkin Donuts where he would order me a (very milky and sweet) coffee and I’d dunk the plain cake donut into it. I could go through three of those donuts in that manner before the coffee was all gone! Sweet, sweet memory. Miss you, Dad…
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