Donuts for breakfast

When I was little, we would always ask our Dad for donuts on Saturdays....mmm. I couldn't run on Saturday ( I hurt my toe), and we had gotten not so good sleep due to a very exciting and much-needed thunderstorm that night (well, mostly bc of the dog who is afraid)...so to let Daddy get some extra sleep I took Emma out for donuts. We never do this, and I normally don't promise her things when we go out invade we don't get them, but I told her we were going for donuts. So you can imagine our disappointment when they were all out. So we came home and made our own donut muffins. Emma really wanted a pink donut, so made her's pink. She was a happy girl.