donuts.

Early this morning, even earlier than breakfast, Ren went downstairs to get a cup of water. While he was down there, he spied a rare treat in our house­—donuts! He grabbed two and started to make his way back upstairs to where I was. B saw him and asked, “Whatcha got, Ren?”

“Donuts.”

“I see you have two. Is one for mommy?”
 
“Yes,” Ren said and continued on his way back upstairs.
  
By the time he got to the top, he had broken one of the donuts in half and handed me half a donut. “Half for you, and half for me,” he said holding up his half, “and another whole donut for me.”