Donuts With Daddy Day at preschool today;
     my eyes protest–
          I say nothing.

Daddy reports the little guy
     had his with sprinkles.

Mom says, “Who’s Sprinkles?”
     with the deadpan
          I taught her.

“Whattaya mean?” he says,
     “They were his.”

Her eyes laugh!
    We say nothing; 
          we savor the moment,

while the moment 
     is buried by crosstalk 
          and crackers.