Beaner

I can hear scuffling and activity filtering down the stairs from the boys' bathroom.  Ian seems to be MIA.

 

"Beaner," I call up the stairs, "what are you doing?"

 

"Anything," comes his reply from behind the door, opened to a mere crack.

 

"You're not getting into trouble are you?"

 

"No Mommy.  I'm not eating my toothpaste!"

 

*sigh*  This is my life.