When I was in first grade, if I had been a good girl, on the way to work Dad would take me for a Dad/Daughter breakfast at a donut diner in Monterey Ca. He would wake me up by kneeling beside my bed and whispering: "Erinn...Donuts?" Then I would fly out of bed and be dressed in my school uniform in a flash. He would take me to get a huge cinnamon roll warmed with butter and then he would take me to school before going to work. He was in his military uniform and I in my parochial uniform. Just us