Tag: The Peanut
Good chat
My mom managed to wangle a decent conversation with the bean today. Normally it’s just a “no thank you” response.
Why can I just see Bean doing this?
But whyyyyyy, daddy?
He wanted to be just like me this morning, which included sleeping in our bed in jut his boxers, and then nicking my t-shirt.
Weekend are wine days
Actually, days ending in – y are pretty much wine days these days.
Self-portrait, by el Bean
Powerful. Note the strong use of the finger on the tablet. Bold strokes, striking contrast, the juxtaposition of the old and the new! The… dammit, I can’t keep up this stream of drivel.
Purple juice
You know, mummy, rabbit likes drinking purple juice (*).
You know, Bean, mummy likes purple juice too!
(*) what Bean calls blackcurrant ribena.
Today is getting weirder and weirder
Bean is setting the table for all his entourage.
Think he’s comfy?
He’s pretty much taken over the whole floor of the living area and wants to sleep here tonight. Oy.
Thank you, Feldschlösschen
Bean had a full-blown, kicking and screaming meltdown this morning. He didn’t want to go to school, he wanted to stay at home, he wanted his scooter, he wanted, he wanted…. At one point, the conversation went something along these lines:
I want to bring my scooter.
Ok, you can bring your scooter.
I don’t want to bring my scooter.
Ok, we’ll need to walk then.
I don’t want to walk. I want my scooter.
Ok, you can bring your scooter.
I don’t want to bring my scooter.
Basically, saying the opposite of all that we offered. In the end, seeing as we were already too late for the bus and would be late for school anyway, I just dragged him out of the house towards school, with him screaming his head off all along the way. Not a pretty picture, nor fun for any person involved.
It was drizzling outside, and he was dragging his feet on the cycle path along the busy bit of the street we need to walk along, with him complaining that water was getting in his face, and to not touch him, that I was walking too fast, yada yada yada.
When we reached the roundabout that we needed to cross, the sodium road lights just happened to click off at that exact moment, and that seemed to flip a switch that automagically stopped the tantrum. Then a Feldschlösschen lorry drove past us, and that started us talking about lorries, and what they might be carrying, and all of a sudden we were friends again. A few minutes later, he asked me if we could hold hands, and that was that. He was a happy boy again.
At one point, he had his rabbit, only one mitten (because it was a bit cold, but he still wanted to be able to suck his thumb), and my hat (so that the water wouldn’t get in his face, even though my hat was a bit sweaty).
Strange, random little boy.