Not Much to Show for Myself

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My wife gives the boy a plate of donettes as he comes down for breakfast. Then she asks me, “Do you have 10 dollars you can give him?”

Checking my fund supply, I find that I have a five-dollar bill and two ones.

“I have seven dollars,” I say, holding up the bills. “Fifty years of life and this is what I have to show for it. Seven dollars.”

The boy jumps into the conversation at this point. “There’s only five donuts here,” he says. “These definitely come in a package of six.”

“Okay, I modify my statement,” I say. “Fifty years of life has given me seven dollars and a donut. Not even a large donut. A donette.”

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