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We have a tradition in my house that each time we break our fast (except the daily morning breakfast), we have Entenmann's doughnuts (my favorite: a tie between cinnamon powder and white powder). This year, we forgot to get doughnuts on Friday. We still had bagels, but after we were finished with those, I said, "Does anyone else want...dessert?"
"I could use a piece of cake..." said my mom.
"Alright Erachet," said my dad. "Go to 7-Eleven and get us one of those nice crumb cakes."
"Well...Ima, do you really want?"
My mom shrugged.
"Hmmm. But I'm all in pajamas and everything!"
"I'm fine with whatever you decide," said my dad. "If you don't want to go, don't go."
"Mavis, you go with her."
"Mavis has a math test to study for," my mom reminded everyone.
"And I have grad school essays to write!" I protested.
"Alright, nobody go. We don't need Entenmann's."
"Yeah, it's not even good for you, anyway! Who needs that stuff?"
"Well, I didn't mean that," I corrected hastily. "I just mean that if I can go, he can go."
"Okay, I'll go," my dad relented.
"No, no!" I said hurriedly. "I'll go."
After all, it was right after Yom Kippur!
"How about you both go," said my mom. "One of you drives, the other runs out."
"Well, I mean, I'm okay with not having..." I said, really not wanting to go out. "I mean, if no one else really wants anyway... I think I'd rather not go."
"Unless, of course, someone really wants."
Everyone sort of shrugged.
"Whatever you want to do," said my mom.
"Okay, raise your hand if you want Entenmann's," said my dad.
Everyone's hands slowly rose into the air - each of us with a somewhat guilty, apologetic expression.
"Okay, let's go," I said to my dad. "Before we change our minds and get too lazy. I'll drive, you run out."
"What?! That's not how it's supposed to go! I'll drive and you run out!"
"Actually...we'll both go out because I have to make sure they have the right things..."
"LET'S JUST GO."
And so we went.
...The things we do for Entenmann's.