Conversations with Bean and Gracie,  Parenting

Euro-Bean-an

“Hey, Mom,” said Beanie.

“Hey, Beanie.”

“What do you think of my comb-over look?”

“I have always liked your comb-over, Beanie.”

“Yeah?” he said.   “You don’t think I look like Donald Trump?”

“Hmm…” I said, thinking it over.

“Just a little like The Donald?”

“No, Beanie,” I said.   “I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do,” said Beanie.   “I’m thinking about changing my look.”

“Oh, yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.   What do you think about this, Mom?”

“Whoa, Beanie.”

“Don’t you think I look like a European rock star?” he asked.

“Well…I don’t know Beanie…”

“You don’t think so, Mom?” he said.

“Well, you’re a little young to be a rock star from any country, Beanie.”

“Oh, Mom,” he said.   “You’re so out of touch.   People of all ages are getting discovered now, thanks to the internet.   Just put me on YouTube and let’s see what happens.”

“I don’t think so, Beanie,” I said.

“But MOM!” he shouted.   “I’M EUROPEAN!   It’s different!”

“I don’t care, Beanie.   You’re too little to be exploited on the internet.”

“Well, what about your blog, Mom?”

(crickets, crickets, crickets)

“Go to your room, Bean.”

“Fine,” he sighed.   “Ring me on the telly when I can come out, Mum.”

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