There are just some things you hope never to hear uttered aloud inside your house, this phrase being one of them...
Lia carefully gathered pinto beans from a dried up plant, placed them in a bowl, and brought them inside. Then later, while I was cleaning up in the kitchen, I was startled to hear Etan joyfully exclaiming “it’s raining beans!” while tossing the bowl’s contents into the air, followed by vigorous whacking of the beans with various toy trucks and cars.
Two of my three vacuums are broken (I have bad machine karma), and it is so much fun hand collecting beans in one’s living room. Just one of the many fun moments we’ve had while I solo parent for 8 weeks.
