The Pet
Tuesday, August 7th, 2007My 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.






































