"More Beans Plez."

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!