Yesterday, I asked Seth if he liked living in Canada. His answer was a resounding "yes!" Whew, I thought with relief. Then he appeared to be rethinking his answer and eventually said "medium, live Canada." Crap, I thought. I said, "oh, it's actually only medium, living in Canada?" and he said "yes." I asked him why he changed his mind and why it was 'only' medium, thinking he'd say something profound. His answer? "Beans. Miss beans. Want more beans plez (please)."
Oh I laughed! I asked "so if you had more beans to eat in Canada, life in Canada would be really, really good?" "Yes," was his emphatic response. I asked it another way, to be sure: "So if more beans, would you like Canada a little bit, or a lot?" "Lots a lots a lots," he responded, stretching his arms wide like I do when I tell him I love him lots and lots.
I guess that explains why, when I serve beans (be they tinned brown in tomato sauce, black, in soup, or whatever other form), he always finishes helping #1 and says, "more beans plez."
OK, more beans it is. That I can do something about!