About a year ago, my laptop died. For a technogeek like me, this was nothing short of a disaster, and I became a general nuisance around my household. I would hijack George’s computer, much to his disgust, or I would hover restlessly behind my betrothed’s left shoulder because I wanted him to get off his computer so I could update my Facebook status. After a few days of this, Gerard got fed up (who can blame the poor man?) and went out to buy me a new laptop. James, who had just turned four, accompanied him.
From what I’ve been told, the actual shopping part of the trip was uneventful. It was the trip home that got interesting.
It all started when James, from his booster seat in the back, announced that he wanted a donut. Gerard told him to look out for a donut shop, and for the next few minutes they were bantering back and forth: (more…)