We visited our 50th pumpkin patch not long ago. Chris, Brian, and Sophie turned us on to this one in Clayton because it has an entire play area just for the little ones. The fun includes a large hay tunnel, a bean bag toss, a tic-tac-toe game, and castles to play in. Our girls' favorite, though, were the several pools full of dried lima beans (a nightmare scenario for a Canadian I know).
This may be the only time our girls have enjoyed any bean aside from the pinto. Hey, you take what you can get. Brian had the genius idea of burying the kids in the beans. The girls were happy to participate
First we have Kate. She laid down for a while, enjoyed the opportunity to be covered in beans, and then took off.
Genna, though, was much more into it. She laid there for quite some time, through several such immersions, and just contemplated the ... I'm not sure. She sure had a pensive look about her, though. She was really into those beans (literally).
We got home late that night. As I carried Genna into her crib, she handed something to me, saying "Here, daddy." It was dark, so I couldn't see what it was. After singing her a lullaby (my dulcet voice can lull anyone to sleep), I walked out into the light and saw this. She had been carrying that bean with her all day.
One Couple's Stumblings Through Parenthood and Marriage
Friday, October 27, 2006
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On the contrary, I believe that the aforementioned Canadian would be thrilled to see beans put to such a creative, nonculinary use. Better to swim in the beans than to eat the beans. That's a saying among my people.
That's so cute that she carried that bean all day. I found several in Sophie's diaper and socks later that night!
Yes, Chelsa,I know that is a very popular addage among your kind.
Genna is an angel.
A bean-toting angel.
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