There is a bean on it

A little back story is necessary for this post to be appreciated.  I was raised in a houseful of sisters.  Well, two of them but we weren't the only girls.  Our Mom was a girl (duh), our dogs were all girls, our turtle was a girl, our fish, hamsters and birds were probably all girls.  My poor Dad.  We would vote on everything and we always won.  We would talk about the girliest things at dinner but my Dad would always cut us off at boobs and lesbians.  That's a whole separate post in and of itself.  So, you can see that I was born living and breathing estrogen.  

With that said, I have two sons.  I was equally terrified as I was excited when I found out that I was pregnant with Jameson.  What was I going to do with a B-O-Y!?!  Little did I know that they are little cuddle bunnies and Momma's boys from birth.  Sigh.  Then they start to grow up and discover things.  Things like climbing, jumping and head butting.  Things that scare the living daylights out of me.  Things like "the thing."  They pull on the thing, ask what the thing is, etc., etc.  Boys are curious.  So, as you can imagine, every diaper change is an adventure.  I haven't even tackled potty training because I don't know where to start.  I digress.  While changing J-Man's diaper the other day he shouts, "there is a bean on it!"  I automatically respond, no, that is not a bean, don't touch it.  He continues to try and convince me that there is indeed a bean on it but I keep trying to redirect his attention again and again and again.  It was one heck of a diaper so I was pretty distracted.  When I finally direct my attention to the thing...low and behold there is a bean on it.  Or the pod of a bean or something that resembles a bean.  To which my brain races to the last time we had beans for dinner.  So disgusting.  Every Mom will tell you, or maybe they won't, that most things aren't fully digested in toddlers.  Apparently, beans are one of those things.