Letters from Grenada

Bean has developed a bad habit.

When I’m speaking and he wants to be speaking he just yells over me.

He did this this morning at the breakfast table. I’ve told him before that this is rude and he should not be rude to his mommy, blah blah blah. But today I decided to ask him “why”.

“Because, Mommy, you are loud and you talk too much.” (This may or may not be true.)

“Well, Bean. That may be the case but if you didn’t want a loud mommy you shouldn’t have chosen a loud mommy.”

“What?”

“Remember before you were born? And God said, OK Bean, it’s time to choose a mommy? And you pointed at me and said THAT ONE! Do you remember that?”

“Yes. I remember that. I pointed at you.” He demonstrates by pointing at me. And I shrug off the fact that he’s just said he remembers a conversation with God, because it’s besides the point and I’m on a roll here.

“Well, you knew I talked a lot. And you chose me anyway. And your choice was binding.”

“What does binding mean?”

“It means you’re stuck with me.”

“Oh. Are you stuck with me too?”

“Yes, baby. I’m stuck with you too.”

“Well, then that’s OK.”

(Indeed.)

Posted on January 11th, 2010 under Grenada • Tags: from the mouths of babes, joaquin the illustrious bean, love, motherhood. •  Print This Post •  Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed