a.bun

so... the morning epic maneuver of my father.... he brings home cinnamon buns last night from grocery along with that coconut cream pi and snickers icecream... I leave you, I go upstairs, I heat up my coffee and get a bun... I go back downstairs because I think my coffee is down here even tho I just put it into the microwave (precoffee brain not awake).... I come back upstairs remembering it's in the microwave... then my bun is missing (my father is laughing hilariously because he knows I'm very forgetful before coffee so it's a hide and seek game here sometimes)... I say "father, where is my cinnamon bun?" ... he obviously replies with denial "I have no idea where it is (almost busting his gut to laugh)...maybe it's (smile forms) downstairs, you seem to like the stairs (on going joke because I've lost stress weights and brain does this by being forgetful so I am always up and down the stair, hence coffee microwave thing again this morning)... " and I say "... no, you have a tell..." so I keep looking and then he drops the mic ..." I can see your cinnamon bun "... "where is it father ".... " I can see it! I don't know where it is "... sighs... I'm about to laugh so hard I might spill coffee... then I see it... his eyes are too slow to leave the secret spot... he moved my plate to under the table and onto a chair... had no idea, we both laugh until I've got goodly tears... side aches... light sabers... the whole thing...

"... can you find my bun in this picture number One..."😆💖😆

Bun whispers ... " I'm on the chair, right next to you ... " 💖😆 and that's my hare stick you got ...