Last night I was starting the laundry and from the living room I heard "Uh-oh."
Uh-oh says Husband, laughing.
Ouchie! declares Bean.
Can you show mama? asks Husband.
I heard the clomp clomp clomp of Bean's little feet as she ran down the hall saying Ouchie Ouchie.
When I looked down, I saw Bean holding out her stuffed monkey. This monkey had an unfortunate run in with our dog Pup quite a few months ago, and since that incident his head had been rather poorly attached. I could see now that the head had come clean off, and Bean offered up the poor headless body with great concern.
Ouchie she said.
Oh it's okay, Bean I replied and kissed the poor beheaded monkey on his gaping neck wound.
All better I said, handing the lifeless corpse back to the Bean.
Bean gave me a look as if to say Are you out of your f*$king mind? His f*&king head fell off! before walking away, leaving me holding the pathetic body of her forlorn little toy.
I thought I had 13 more years before Bean was rolling her eyes at her totally lame mother, but it's looking like the honeymoon is already over.
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