“Oh, yeah? How come?”
“All Mom’s given me is this stupid little lamb to play with, but it just keeps staring at me. I thought maybe you could bring me something more fun to play with…”
“Oh, sure!” said Bean. “Here. You can have my Lightning McQueen car.”
“Go ahead,” said Bean. “Take him.”
“Gee, thanks, Buddy,” said Gracie. “But I was hoping you had something a little more…my taste?”
“Umm…” thought Bean, looking around. “Oh, I know! Here. Take this kitchen rag.”
“I can’t believe you’re my brother,” said Gracie, with disgust. “You are so sexist! I don’t want a nasty kitchen rag just cause I’m a GIRL! You think all girls just belong in the kitchen? You think that’s my default because I’m nothing more than a GIRL?!?!”
“Geez…okay, okay,” said Bean. “Settle down! It was just a suggestion.”
“Well, suggest something else,” Gracie growled.
“Well…um…okay…How about Mr. Bear?” Bean hesitated. “I mean, he smells and I dropped him in something sticky this morning, so you probably don’t even want him. Maybe I’ll just hold on to him myself. Wouldn’t want to push him on you or anything…”
“Oh, no! Mr. Bear is a great idea! I love him!” cried Gracie happily.
“You do?” Bean whimpered.
“Oh, yes. Very much. This is perfect, Bean!”
“Well…um…I dunno, Gaycee…” Bean stammered. “Maybe Mr. Bear isn’t the right thing for you to play with. I mean, he’s so used to me and all. Maybe I should just keep him.”
“But if you keep him,” Gracie began to whine, “then what will I play with?”
“Well, how about me?” Bean offered, climbing into Gracie’s chair.
“Really? You’ll sit here and play with me?”
“Of course!” said Bean.
“Oh, that’s great!” squealed Gracie. “Beans are way more fun than bears!”