Last night, Mom came home, gave me my stinky goodness, then went out again.

When she came back, her hair was a lot shorter. She hasn't got long hair at all, but now it's what she calls "summer short." Then she had her dinner, and went out again.

When she came back this time, she said we might be getting a new couch. (That sounds interesting.) She didn't go out again, but she might as well have.

She called
Monty's Mom on the telephone, and they talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked.... What did they talk about? They talked about Monty and Tucker, and me. They talked about moms and kids, and they told each other funny stories. They laughed. They talked about panties and bread and SweetBean and KidBean, and Mr Karate, and day hunting, and quilts and everything and nothing.
Beans sure are weird.