The children enter the bedroom where I am enjoying some late sleeping. They announce that daddy has bought them donuts. With my eyes still closed I ask if I can have a donut. They both agree to bring me one.
I open one eye to see a small orange plastic plate with two halves of two different donuts has been delivered to my bedside. I sit up and revel in all that sugary pleasure that a donut brings.
Feeling much better I come downstairs and ask my hubby if there are any more. He says he only bought 2.
It is at that point that the depth of my children's generosity washes over me.
They had both come downstairs and cut their own donuts in half so that I might have a whole.
I am speechless.