Beans or Ice Cream 1:
Dinner was over. Richie and Lauren were both offered some italian ice (it’s something like ice cream, cold and sweet) for dessert.
Richie tore into his as we knew he would. :-)
Lauren took a few bites, gave a couple bites to me, then saw the bowl of beans on the stove. “Can I have those beans!?”
Um… yeah, I guess you can.
She didn’t touch the ice again. Just ate green beans until she’d had enough.
The funniest part, though, was Richie. He was one flabbergasted five year old. “What’s wrong with her, Opa? IS SHE CRAZY!?”
Maybe she is, a little, but I wouldn’t trade that crazy for anything.