My weekend with the little giant

On Friday afternoon, after the Big Bad Bean left to teach all weekend, the Bumble Bean stuck a small letter "t" to the television screen.  When asked why, he said, "Tee, tah, tah, tah, tee.  The Great Gonzo" and then would giggle quite dramatically.  Over the weekend, it was added to and became "tov" then "tovel" then "towel" then "to sit" all having something to do with the Great Gonzo.  Who can say?

Then the String Bean's girlfriend came for a very brief visit.  He decided to make her a romantic dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and fruit punch.  He used a table cloth and candles and everything.  he even asked for parsley sprigs to adorn the plates.  I directed him the luxurious growth outside.  he first brought two sad sprigs of cold damaged moss rose.  Then he brought two sprigs of some kind of weed.  So I took pity and went out with him to pick parsley.

Mind you, this is the kid who just completed an outdoor survival weekend course.  I guess it's a good thing they brought their food.

Saturday was the Pumpkin Party.  We went to the park across from the Bean Blossom's house.  Then we went to the party.  Early.  We left the party after an hour.  Early.  We went back to the park.  We went back to the party.  We went back to the park.  We finally went home.

Sunday was the street festival.  The Bumble Bean refused to leave the house.  We played in the bedroom for three hours.  We finally left the house.  Late.  We finally made it to the street festival.  Late.  The festival was a wasteland of empty street.  We left the street festival.  We lost the otter.  Most of Sunday should probably be forgotten.

When I got to bed, the Bumble Bean whumpled over for huggle snuggles almost immediately.  He snuggled so hard I almost fell out of bed.  When he woke up he was his usual silly, sweet self and I really did not want to go to work.