Bean: WANTED, dead or alive!

It finally happened, the day of devastation and destruction. We lost the bean. In case you don't know what "bean" is, here is a picture of how Indy sleeps, lives, and functions:Okay, so Indy looks demented in this picture. But that is nothing to how he looks when he's at Wal-Mart, climbing out of the pathetic single-strap grocery cart and throwing cheezits on the ground because I ate one while he's screaming at the top of his lungs. That yucky blue blanket above, that's the only thing that can stop one of those tantrums.

At bedtime, we realized bean was gone. We searched the house, tearing open closets and cupboards trying to find it, while I'm cursing under my breath about not having cut the stupid thing in half and hiding it for times like this. Then we realize: maybe it's at the church! So I run over to the church, in my jammies and without shoes, but no luck. I call the nursery leader and get the keys to the nursery closet. Ben searched every toy box in the nursery (looking in the dolls and dress-ups first since they are cloth) but found it in with the trucks. My hero!


We made coldstone (that's right Liz, I have a personal coldstone set at home) with peanut-butter and chocolate fudge to celebrate.