Well, the card Daddy asked me to sign is signed. Ran into church, kissed Grampa, ran around screaming for Papa for a bit with a doughnut hole in my mouth, signed card, grabbed another doughnut hole, ran out the door eating said hole.
Whose doughnut holes did I just eat? lol.
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You ate Wesley doughnut holes, intended for people who were participating in the ad campaign. Since two of those people were your father and grandfather - who donated several hours of professional photography - and you were on Wesley business, I suppose it might be considered acceptable.
Or you could go with my usual reason, "it all belongs to God anyway." :-)
Well, I enjoyed God's doughnut very much. As I do most things I steal from God. : )
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