Over Labor Day, Luci, Sophie and Cooper trailed outside and asked Grampy if they could “play with the beans”. Grampy had no idea what they were talking about. Naturally he said “maybe later”. (He was obviously too busy swinging…)
No self-respecting child would be satisfied with that answer.
They quietly talked amongst themselves and marched outside to find me. “Grandmama, can we play with the beans?”
The Beans!!! They wanted to play with The Beans!!
It was the perfect Toy Story 3 Scenario. Or, maybe, the “Velveteen Rabbit”
You know the story.
“There was once a pile of Pinto Beans, and in the beginning they were really splended.”
Their skin was off-white and they were fat and clean and smooth to the touch, as a pile of Pinto Beans should be….
For at least two hours the children loved them,
They made cakes
and bean soup.
And then the children had to eat dinner and play outside and in the excitement of all the other things to do, the Pinto Beans were forgotten.
For a long time they lived in the cupboard or in the garage, and no one thought very much about them.
They were naturally shy, and being only dried beans, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed them.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Wooden Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
And so, over time (Labor Day, actually) the children played with the Pinto Beans again.
and made cakes
and bean soup
and they became Real Beans at last, at home with the children and the other Beans.