The boys decided that making doughnuts with Grandpa's new machine was the highlight of the trip. For about a week afterwards, Sam's prayer every night was that we would get one too. It even outdid the trip to Kalispell and getting little chicks. That was voted the worst day of his (Sam's) life because the chicks died. They brought home some dying chicks from the store in the hopes of reviving them, but then went out to shoot the new bb Co2 pistol and forgot about them. They would have died anyways though, forgotten or not. Matthew's healthy chick also died and two more healthy ones died a day later from the cold. I don't think they even think about it anymore though. We did doughnuts the next day and that seemed to erase all the pain of the night before.
Dad's li'l orbits donut machine.
Gpa and the boys overseeing the donut production.
Pleased with his newest toy.
Umm! Not bad, especially for our first try!
The Chrises
Matthew eating a doughnut. Thanks Uncle Chris for the treats.
They're delicious and will tide us over until donut making day with Gpa.
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