Today, we were supposed to go to a corn maze. I told Conal all about it and happened to mention that he might be able to have a donut after going through the maze. They sell them there — the warm, yummy cider donuts. I also told him that he’d see his friends, Nora, Leah and Dylan.

Well, things happened and a scheduling snafu made it so we couldn’t go. I felt bad and decided to take Conal to the library so he could pick out books and play with the train. As we were getting ready, he kept asking if we were going to Leah’s house. He was very excited. “No,” I told him. “We’re going to the library.”

And then he asked about the donuts.

“Donuts for Conal?” he asked, giving me those eyes.

“We’ll see,” I said. And then mentioned that we really needed to get shoes on if we were going to the library.

We made it to the library and as he was climbing out of the car he said, “Donuts now?”

I put him off. “We’ll see. If you’re good,” I said. We went inside and picked out books. He played with the train set. I watched him share the trains with another little boy who was much older. When it was time to leave he said, “Donuts for Conal!!!” and practically ran out of the library.

To a two-year-old, “We’ll see” apparently means “Yes.” So what choice did I have? I had to get a donut for the little jobber.

On the way to get the donut, he sat in the car waiting with patience and excitement. When he got out of the car we held hands and he asked again, “Donuts for Conal?” and looked up at me with those eyes. Again. “Yes,” I said. “We’re going to get a donut.”

Still holding my hand, he started jumping up and down. “Lucky boy!” he said. “Lucky boy! Conal! Lucky boy!”

Yes, a very lucky boy. And a happy one at that.