In the, “Hey, can Stimey blog about anything more mundane?” category, I’m going to blog about green beans.
Frankly, I didn’t even know that Quinn knew green beans existed. But today at the grocery store he started babbling and pointing and saying, “Can we get beans? Can we get beans?”
And while internally I was wondering why in the world I’d want to purchase a vegetable, aloud I said, “Sure. We can have them for dinner.” Then I grabbed a couple handfuls of green beans, put them in a bag, then snapped the end off of one and gave it to Quinn to eat.
1. Shhh. Don’t tell the police.
2. Yes, I know it wasn’t clean.
Then for the rest of the time we were at the store, Quinn blathered about beans and how they’re yummy and how he was eating a bean and how we’re going to have beans for dinner and, “Hey, you there! Do you know that we’re buying beans?”
Then we went home and I fed him some raw beans for lunch.
And then he spent the rest of the day chattering about beans.
And when Sam got off the bus, that was the first thing that Quinn told him. Sam was not as excited. Sam only eats pea vegetables and corn vegetables, thank you very much. Nobody even bothered to tell Jack, because we all know how he feels about vegetables. (And fruit. And meat. And anything that is not a cheese or a bread or grain. Or a Go-gurt.)
Dinner went as expected. Quinn was pleasantly surprised that, hey! Lookit! Beans!
Also? My kids love them some Hamburger Helper. Were it not completely devoid of nutrients, yet full of preservatives (I’m assuming here), I would feed it to them every night. Every single one of them ate it. Although Jack only ate the noodles.
Then Sam and Jack took their uneaten beans to the back yard and buried them.
Because, for some weird reason, even though they won’t consume beans, they want to grow them.
Guess who else likes beans?
And in case you missed it: Bean.
Oh, and Bean.