tuesday must be an synonym for green beans

Walter hates green beans. This evening, he had green beans for dinner. Like always, he said "yuck". He spit them out. He wiped them on his hand so I couldn't spoon them back up.

But today he rubbed green beans onto his eyelid and spent the next ten minutes attempting to rub it away only to pile more green beans onto the already dried up mess. I laughed. He laughed.

Happy Tuesday world. If you haven't planned dinner for tomorrow, think about green beans. Because I'm not cleaning up the mess again (third time really is the charm) and somebody's got to eat them.