We have a serious problem at my house. Donut has a leak. Donut has been a fixture in my son’s life since mid-May, when he (?) appeared during my dad’s visit. Donut was inflated when Will and my dad took the kids to the hotel pool. “Giwaffe” was also inflated, but we managed to sneak him (?) out of the house for deflation. Donut was different. Donut was special.
For over 8 weeks now, Donut has been my son’s companion and bed-mate. He’s enjoyed the wading pool. Experts say you can conceivably drown in 3-4” of water, after all. Donut and our inflatable globe have become a live-action wrestling ring for both kids. There was also one of those inflatable Spongebob punching bag toys, but he (?) popped a couple of weeks ago. No one seemed to really notice much when Spongebob disappeared.
While Crispi is here, we are planning to drive up to something called the Neshoba County Fair in Mississippi. It’s a big damn deal. I figured while we were gone, Will (who is remaining behind) could simply make Donut disappear – whisk him into the trash while my kids are distracted. The breach to Donut’s hull is worse than that.
When the dude and I got up this morning, Donut was a collapsed plastic puddle in the corner of the living room. Felix was really upset. We’re talking deflated Donut hysteria. I managed to blow Donut up so my son could “roost” there while sipping chocolate milk and watching Blue’s Clues. But this won’t last long. Donut was already pretty flaccid when I left for work a short time later.
I have no choice but to find a bigger, better Donut. We can build it. We have the technology. Wish me luck. My mission will start tomorrow.