Bean Mommy Bean

I can remember back when my mother-in-law would tell of a story of my husband

when he was around five years old. She would tell us of a time when he was deathly sick

and the doctor just seemed like he was not doing anything for him. She was getting really

concerned because he kept running a fever and he had the most horrible bad breath. She

told me that Tommy kept pointing to his nose and saying, “ Bean, mommy, Bean”. She

couldn’t understand what was going on so she took him back to the doctor to have his

nose checked out and to come to find out, Tommy had stuck a bean up his nose and it had

sprouted. The doctor told her it would be nothing to take care of so they removed the

bean, and his breath was now fresh like it was suppose to be. This story has been around

our family for the past twenty-five years and Tommy hates it every time his mom tells it. I

love it, I think it is cute and the way his mom tells it just makes me love him even more.