Visions of sugar donuts

My folks are visiting this week. When they come to visit, they stay in a hotel just a few miles north of our house, and there is a Dunkin Donuts along the way to our house from the hotel. It's been something of a tradition for them to stop and pick up donuts on the way to our house in the morning, maybe not every day they're here, but often once or twice. Finn definitely associates their visits with getting donuts (one of the benefits of a being a grandparent is being associated with sugary goodness). Today we got a little window into the way Finn sees the world. It was time for his nap, and Grandma was also going to go back to the hotel to take a nap for a bit. When his daddy told him on the way up to bed that Grandma was going back to the hotel, apparently Finn said "The donut hotel?"

Now I'm having visions of a hotel made out of giant donuts.

It occurs to me that Finn's perspective must be more complicated than this, because he knows full well where the Dunkin Donuts is. He tends to point it out every time we drive by it on the way to the grocery store.

-"The donut store!"
-"Uh-huh, that's right." Thanks kiddo; very considerate of you to point it out to us... again... for our own sakes, no doubt.