Wish we had a camp fire

"Mama it's so dark in the sky!"

I told him it was because of the rain and that the clouds were covering the sunshine. That we would definitely get home from work/creche and get our trackies on. And then remembered he already had his trackies on. So I re-iterated that I would get my trackies on, 'cause his were already on his legs.

He would only eat fruit toast for dinner. Three pieces. I made some avocado and sweet chilli sauce dip for him, a once upon a time favourite, but that was scoffed at, fake gagged upon then thrown in the bin.

I'm gonna say this is a re-telling of a book from creche. Either that or The Bean is a killer story teller already!

Things The Bean has said:
There's a big scary witches. And there's another witches in the sky. And the sky is orange.

And it got scared and it got black

And there's a man outside, and he lives in the rubbish.

And he sleeps in it.

And it was brown.

And he's got smelly pants!

And a green t-shirt.

Mama, can I have some fruit toast?