Bubba and the Bean Stock

First, I'd like to say I'm sorry about not posting regularly these past few weeks. I was preparing for my recital, which I had this weekend. It was a lot of fun!  Here's a photo for those of you who like pictures:


I'm still going to be sporadic, because I'm working on a lot of writing projects with deadlines fast approaching. I'll do my best to be here whenever I can, though!

Now for the story:

I caught my boy, Bubba dangling his green Krav belt over the balcony rail. 

"Dude," I said. "What exactly are you doing?"

"It's a bean stock, Mama. Climb up."

"Seriously, Bubba? It's a Krav belt, and there's no way I'm going to grab that thing while you're holding it, and try to climb up."

He looked at the belt. "No, Mama. You just have to use your imagination. It's a bean stock, and  I'm the giant at the top. I can pull you up!"

Right. (I have a great imagination, but I didn't buy that one!)