*Consider yourself warned.
Admission: I feed my baby black beans every day partly because I am curious to see how they show up in his diaper the next morning. There is a small feeling of satisfaction when some of them survive the digestive tract intact. Same with sesame seeds from his special gourmet crackers. They are like little black dots of health and hope.
So you can imagine my thrill when I found The Chief gnawing on a (NON TOXIC) glitter stick underneath the kitchen table this afternoon as we were duty-bound making glittery Valentines. The soft shade of violet must've gotten away.
This means one thing:
Sparkly beans pants tomorrow morning.
Confession: I can't wait.