Surprise at my one job the other week: Cinnamon rolls.

The other week I came in to work at my one client with disabilities's, and her sister had made a pan of cinnamon rolls that was sitting out on the stove.

There were like three or four left in there, and they both were like, "We left a couple for you, take them!".

So, I took my thermos of coffee out of my backpack, and I ate those 2 cinnamon rolls right then and there.

Isn't that sweet of them?

Later, after I put away the remaining ones into tupperware, I gave the pan and a spoon to my one client with disabilities, so she could dig out the crust and frosting that had stuck to the bottom of the pan and eat it.