The Last Bean

Rea wrote about this in her blog a few days ago. But I wanted to give you my version. 

We had taco night last Friday. It's Rea's favorite meal. She is (almost) as obsessed with them as I am. I like to make them because they are easy - I don't need much notice to put a hole dinner together. Since Rea was a bit under the weather, tacos for dinner! 

So there we all were, eating, laughing, enjoying each other's company. Rea had perked up a bit during dinner, and we were playing a guessing game app with her. Then, in the middle of the game, she looks over and sees Brooke's plate. It was empty except for one lone black bean. Without thinking, Rea said "Are you going to eat that bean?" We all lost it laughing. Oh no, we have been living with my Dad for too long. 

My Dad is notorious for assessing the plates of those around him and asking "Are you going to eat all of that?" even if we just sat down with full plates. It is something he says so often that a few years ago, Rea decided that Grandpa's birthday cake should say that instead of the traditional "Happy Birthday!"

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