Beanie Boos are it.
That is, Beanie Boos are the latest fad, the obsession, the thing.
What are Beanie Boos? Remember the Beanie Babies of our childhood? Beanie Boos are their wide-eyed, slightly more glamorous, cousin.
The kids would disagree with me on the “we have too many of them” statement. They want more. But the Bryant mom and dad have meanly put their collective foot down and have refused to purchase even one more.
J Man and Miss Rae begged and pleaded for jobs to make some extra money. And who am I to pass up the opportunity to educate my offspring in the art of cleaning?
They swept (and argued over who’s pile of dirt was who’s).
They sorted and folded laundry.
They cleaned the downstairs (lie: they played downstairs, supposed to be cleaning, but they were quiet and not fighting for 45 minutes so I didn’t split hairs).
They cleaned their bathroom sinks.
And for that exuberant effort, they each got a new Beanie Boo.
But what about me? ME?
For every sink “cleaned”, there was a puddle on the floor that I mopped up.
For every window “washed”, there was a section that little arms couldn’t quite reach.
For every square inch of floor “swept”, there was someone else’s pile of dirt tracked all over the place.
I deserved a treat too!
But where’s the pecans, you ask? The title of this blog said with chocolate and pecans.
No one else in this house likes pecans in their baked goods. So I made just a couple of the “pecaned” version for myself. They’d just pick the nuts off anyway. And they might accidentally drop the unwanted pecans on the floor. And then we’d need to sweep again and then…
NO MORE BEANIE BOOS!