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They were left from my preschooler who brought home a vase of paper flowers for me for Mother's Day with things like, "This is good for doing the dishes" and "This is for hugs & kisses" written on them. Cute. And I'm sure her teachers meant well. It's just that I didn't realize that the popsicle stick stems were stuck in a cup full of dried beans. My preschooler set it on the seat and we went merrily on our way. We even ran several errands. It wasn't until we were almost home that I took a corner a bit fast and the beans went flying everywhere. Everywhere. When I saw them fly across our minivan I said to myself, "And that, is a Happy Mother's Day to me." Beans all over the car, that I'm still vacuuming out a month later. What fun.
Oh well. Happy Mothers Day still and Happy Father's Day, too. May you get grills and tools and ties, instead of messy minivans.
2 comments:
I have spilled M&M's in my conference bag. I'm sure you understand. I'll bet you have some too.
Made any goals? I start my novel in seriousness tomorrow. An hour a day. Probably evenings. I should do it BEFORE I blog, huh? That will be hard.
Maybe instead of looking at the beans as a mess, you can look at them as little reminders of the fact that your son loved you enough to complete the project so you could have a special present from him. Some day he's gonna grow up and be gone and you will be wishing there were more beans in the floor. xoxoxo
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