I had an errand to run at Pike Place Market while Iris was at the babysitter this morning. I told Iris I was going downtown and asked if she wanted anything. She said, “Bring Iris some donuts!” I said the donuts wouldn’t travel well, so how about a sticky buns. “With sticky goo!” she said. (This is from a book, The Fat Cats at Sea, where a bunch of cats sail around looking for the Island of Goo, where buns grown on trees.)

So I stopped at the [bun bakery](http://www.belleepicurean.com/) and chose a green apple bun. I unzipped my backpack and went to put the bagged bun in, when I realized the bag was warm. Nearly hot. This was a freshly-baked bun. I decided to take a bite. Iris didn’t need an entire bun. The bite was yeasty and hot, and my fingers got sticky with sliced apple. I took another bite. *I will save her half,* I thought. Then I ate the whole bun.

I’m picking her up in half an hour, and I’m not sure what to say.