When I dropped my son off at school this morning, a pretty teenage girl skipped up to the truck. She approached the driver’s side door so I rolled down my window. I expected to be offered some kind of opportunity to participate in yet another fundraiser. I hadn’t even figured out how much money was in my wallet before the girl pushed a chocolate donut toward me. “Here you go!” she said.
“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t really need that.”
“But it’s parent appreciation day!” She was so cute it hurt to look at her.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
The girl stood on her tiptoes because the truck sits high off the ground. “Parent appreciation day!” she said again. “We really do appreciate you.”
I turned and looked at my son. He shrugged. “We do.”
The donut was good too.
Haha, that is so cute. It is nice that they took the time to show everyone, too. Hugs to all!
Good story…you can’t make that stuff up. Boston Creme?
Buck’s a dog, Paul.