Friday, January 20, 2012

Looking for love in all the strange places

Let me start by saying, what the effer with my 2nd post being also about the Beaner? If my 3rd post is Beano, than maybe I need to change the name of this blog...Tales of Obviously The Most Important Lass, or I Have 3 Lasses? Are You Sure? ...

Bean loves her some music. And dancing. She has the moves like Jagger. She pumps up her kicks faster than a gun. She can wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Rhianna was singing in the car/van/suv/crossover. I couldn't hear Bean very well but wait...what are those words? I turn the volume down a tad and listen.

"I have love in a homeless space! I have love in a homeless space!"

P and I both work towards ending homelessness. So maybe she understands homeless more than hopeless? What is a homeless space anyway? A small air bubble in a room, all alone? She loves someone living in a homeless camp or shelter?

Eh, I think Bean just has a more meaningful lyrical mind than Rhianna.

1 comment:

  1. You have amazing children, dear sister! And I am so glad you are blogging your interactions with them. You have a way with words that makes me feel like I am right there with you all! Keep it up, please!! XOXO