The Bean is a very nurturing sort of girl. Out of nowhere, and I really mean nowhere, she can fashion a baby. She gets all quiet and soft and either cups her hands or crooks her arms to cradle – anything, I am talking paper clips, pieces of fuzz or nothing at all.
Yesterday Paul and I were painting the dining room ceiling and Beanie kept us company. She was being a kitten which involves lots of meowing, crawling and a good bit of licking or licking sounds. I looked over and she was on her side and her arms were circled in front of her. She had an earnest expression. I knew what was coming.
“I am the Mother kitten.”
“Oh really. What are your kittens’ names?”
“Uh…Kiko and Niko”
“Oh that’s nice, rather Japanese.”
I continued to paint and she continued to fawn on her imaginary offspring.
“Axcelly I had more kittens. I had five, but now I have two…You did it.”
“What?”
“You did it.”
“What did I do?”
“You died them.”
“I did not!”
“You did.”
“No, I didn’t…kill them.”
“You did…kill them.”
“I would never kill your kittens!”
“You did it.”
Fortunately, we were distracted from this interminible argument. Now we all know I did not die those three imaginary kittens, but if you think the mere accusation isn’t hanging heavy on my conscience, you’re crazy.
That is a harsh accusation!!! How are you holding up?
Well, it has been a couple of days now, and there haven’t been any further denunciations. I am hoping the air has cleared and that The Bean has come to her senses.
I am pleading not guilty.
You know, this could turn into a Salem witch hunt very easily, if she’s not careful. I recommend clearing your house of all stakes and easily flammable igniters.
Fortunately she is the shortest member of the household. I am putting everything up until my good name is cleared.
By the way, what are you doing up so early Miss Rise and Shine?
So funny.
Sleep / awake… it all blurs together on the weekends. (I don’t have a three-alarm family like you.) 🙂 Since it is my day off today, I went back to sleep & just woke up. So, like I said…zero schedule! lol.
This sounds like a “Feddie did it.”
And you unfortunately happen to be Feddie.
Hilarious!
The Bean must speak!