good to the last lick?

Me: Bean, what are you doing?! Are you seriously licking that bubble?

Bean: Yep.

Because that is exactly the first thing that crosses your mind to try when you blow bubbles. Right?

(thoughtful pause)

No, me neither.

On another note, we just had a Daddy-Bean-Mama evening as Z was off at a slumber party.

We let her choose anywhere for dinner. It was a hard toss up between Subway, McDonalds, and Carls Jr. She chose Subway (and that awful red colored power drink that her brother introduced to her, which I told her was her last one ever.) I am not a fan of any of those places, but if I had to choose, it would be Subway for its semi-ability to make a semi-nutritious fast food option. That is if you don't get the hot pastrami sandwich, a bag of chips, and a red colored drink. Which no one in my family got this time, but I'm just using that as an example.

We ate our sandwiches on lawn chairs in our driveway. Then came in to play a round of Payday with bowls of Moose Tracks to accompany us. I did not eat any this time, but I will say that it is the deadliest temptation to have ever entered my home. My hubby knows this and offers an apologetic eye when he sees me spot him carrying it in from the store. At that moment you can hear a dagnabit! escape from my mouth.

Then we watched a 1976 episode of Hello Kitty which, hello, I never knew existed until a few hours ago when I discovered it on insta-Netflix. I completely missed that part of my Hello Kitty obsession in my pre-adolescent years. The hubby and I looked at each other over Bean's head while watching the show and gave each other a agreeing look of, this is HORRIBLE. (So much so that I quietly picked up my novel, Mockingjay, a must-read, to relieve me of the torture.) Of course Bean loved it. And there's TWELVE more episodes to watch. And TWO more seasons on Netflix, which will be our little secret. (Wink)

And because the HK episode was a long 30 minutes we ended the night with a Veggie Tales movie about a princess and lots of singing peas. I totally missed the plot line as I was still stuck in my book, but I did look up from time to time to witness the Veggies lifting and holding things with their invisible arms. Does that seem odd to anybody else but me??

Bean is now asleep in our room in the "Bean Bed": her second bed, on the floor next to ours, which is relegated to those nights when it is too scary to sleep in her own, or, which she informed us, is the bed she comes to when she just "feels like visiting us" in the middle of the night. So glad she is old enough now to articulate this because since she was a wee one I have often wondered about her night waking motives.

And now as I type I do believe that Scott has probably already hit the R.E.M. stage himself. This means that the house is quiet. It is a Saturday night. Church does not start until 10am tomorrow, which means that I can crawl into bed and read until I finish my book.  

And that, my friends, is a glorious way to end my Saturday. 

xoxo