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The Donette: Anders' Favorite Variety of Nut

One inevitability of motherhood that I’m having a little trouble adjusting to is the fact that as Anders increases in age, my cool factor is on a drastic decline.  I’m still safely inside my twenties. I don’t wear fanny packs or visors. I know who “The Biebs” is and while I’m not exactly sporting low rise anymore, my closet does not contain a single pair of pants that could be mistaken for mom jeans.

So why is it that while I am forced to join “team criminally uncool,” my sister, who is a measly 23 months younger than I, practically has a monument erected by my son in her oh-so-trendy honor?

My sister, Kala, is a stylist who works odd hours, but we always spend the majority of Sunday with her. We make lunch. We watch movies. We go shopping. It was on one such shopping trip recently when Anders was really driving home the point that my sister’s opinion was highly valued by him while mine was, well, not.

“Have you been to the new German bakery downtown yet?” Kala asked.

“No. I like the one up the street from our house. I’m sticking to that one. It’s closer.” I barely got the words out of my mouth before Anders piped in to confirm that Aunt Kala’s bakery was a much better bakery. In fact, it was his “favorite bakery ever.”

My sister laughed and continued. “They have a great cake there with walnuts.”

“I do not like nuts. You know that.”

“I like nuts, mom! I like donuts!” Cue my sister’s and my hysterical laughter followed by outraged howls of “Stop laughing at me! Why is that funny?” from the backseat.

Anders may find my cool factor lacking, but when it comes to having an almost uncontrollable sweet tooth, we are two of a kind. It is not uncommon to find us on any given morning, sitting together at the table in our pajamas with a bag of Frosted Devil’s Food Donettes between us.

We both enjoy a little chocolaty coated goodness as a start to our day and I, for one, appreciate a relatively quick, no fuss, breakfast option.

In a world where I become less hip by the minute, at least there are some things we can still share and agree upon. Plus, neither of us judges the other for licking our fingers.

Many thanks to Hostess for sponsoring this post and for providing me and family with a supply of Donettes. Find out more about Hostess Donettes at their Facebook fan page.

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