And that mop of hair. That’s my hair. Poor bugger.
Tag: The Peanut
SpongeBean matching pantsÂ
Hey @SaraNarine, guess who met your idol? And yes, he’s wearing normal blankie as a cape.
Bedmates for tonightÂ
Katy is sleeping in London tonight, in preparation for her 10k run tomorrow (have I mentioned how proud of her I am? Cause, dang, I’m proud of her!). Ben didn’t want me to get lonely, sleeping alone tonight. So this was his brilliant plan.
Damn bear is an even bigger bed hog than Katy is.
At least he won’t snore.
Crafty Bean
The Child’s arts & crafts group has packed up for the summer. He done good! That hat has a treasure-chest bodied cat on whom a rocket has landed. There are also stars and cherries on it. The frame is an edible cookie-type creation that has been painted.
Class pictures
End of year class play
Today was Bean’s class play. It was… confusing. We’re not exactly sure what was happening. It seems like all the fairy tale characters got mashed up together, Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent, Hansel & Gretel, Peter Pan, dragons, wizards, witches, magic talking trees and… pacman? Comprehension is secondary to the fact that everybody seemed to have a good time.
Bean’s definition of high cuisine
The peanut plays Mancini
Katy’s Bean impression
Bean is in his usual weekend mood, averaging 1.3 whines(*) per minute (actual fact) and dragging his feet (literally) so that a 3 minute walk takes 3 times as long.
(*) his legs huuurt, he’s too waaaaarm, he’s getting weeeet, uuuungh, it’s not faaaair, stooooop it
Definition of misery
Bean didn’t like anyone this morning. He didn’t like school. His hair was wet. His bag was heavy. He was too warm. Unnnngh. Not fair. All he wanted was to find a missing bit of lego (*), but nobody would help him. He was walking as fast as he could (**) but his legs were hurting.
And then a switch went click, he started talking about seed potatoes, and he was happy again.
Grief. If he’s like that at 7, we won’t survive 17.
(*) 5 minutes after we should have already left the flat.
(**) he would have been hard-pressed to keep up with a drunken sloth.