And Here I’d Been Worried the Orca Was in Danger
Today’s unpacking marathon revealed treasure in the middle of one box: the small plastic shark and orca that Beanie and Rose love as dearly as if they were made of a precious material like, say, chocolate.
Of course this meant they had to take a bath RIGHT AWAY OH PLEEEEASE MOMMY. Since we’d spent an hour in the middle of the afternoon at a local park, where there was actual SAND on the ground instead of that spongy recycled tire product used on our favorite playground in Virginia, I enthusiastically supported the bath idea.
So there I was washing grit out of Beanie’s curls while her shark made shark-like lunges at Rose’s orca. Beanie was singing, and it took me a minute to realize I was hearing one of Scott’s favorite Beatles melodies.
"What did you just sing?" I asked Bean.
"It wasn’t me," she said. "It was my shark."
"Oh. Right. Could he sing it again?"
"He’d be delighted to!" When you’re Beanie, even sharks are obliging. She lunged him at the orca again, singing louder.
"I wanna hold your fi-i-iiin, I wanna hold your fin!"
Anne V. says:
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
That is just tooo cute!
We miss you guys. Glad you are back and writing again-I missed my Bonny Glen for a few days there.
Glad you are home and together again too!’
We had SNOW yesterday ALL day!! Yucky, slushy, wet, COLD, muddy–but the kids enjoy it. Laura runs around the yard singing, “I love winner.”
On October 25, 2006 at 4:33 am
That’s such a cute story!
On October 25, 2006 at 6:27 am