The Pet

My daughter has a new pet. She has selected a “baby bean” from her dinner plate and has been carrying it around the house for the last 20 minutes.

She holds it as though she’s handling a baby bird, hand cupped and held close to her heart. She has introduced Baby Bean to her doll Timmy, and apparently Timmy is rather impressed.  She talks to it, coos over it, hugs it, tells it how sweet it is and how much she loves it.

That is one spoiled bean.

2 Responses to “The Pet”

  1. Zephra Says:

    That is the cutest thing ever.

  2. jane Says:

    I hope you’re getting pictures of this, that is so precious. What a lucky, lucky bean.