Toddler Life Alphabet – Part II

WHOOP WHOOP, IT’S DA SOUND OF THE EPIC BEAN!

Hello mischief makers, get your game faces on, it’s Bean time.

I’ve had a bit of sabbatical, I’ll admit, mainly due to living it up like a damn playboy cos I won a bloody award, didn’t I? It’s been a hedonistic orgy of chocolate buttons, Ribena and jumping on mum’s head. Yeahhh I know you’ve all  been saying well done to me mum, don’t think I haven’t seen ya and she’s swanning about with her head  right up her… Anyway. We all know it’s my award, right? RIGHT?

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Right.

I left you with some homework last time, remember? I hope you’ve been keeping up, and have mastered those feral letters like the little lion tamers I know you can be. Grab your permanent markers and the nearest available wall for notes and we can get crack-a-lacking where we left off.

N is for NO! NO! STOP THAT! Which we all know is secret mummy code, for YES, GOOD BOY! KEEP DOING THAT!

O is for OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE CAT? This means mummy is impressed that I have taken the initiative and shown mega creative skillz for shaving the cat and painting her neon green. Impressed.

P is for duh, peas innit. Now, I’m not a let’s face it, weirdo like the “E is for Edie who LOVES eating peas!” freak from Baby Jake, BUT I do appreciate a good pea, they make me happea. And they make ACE missiles to ping onto the floor at dinnertime – MUM, I PEA-ED ON THE FLOOR AGAIN.

Q is for quiet. Whoever said silence is golden is just plain daft for spreading ridonkulous propaganda amongst the ‘rents. I have a very scientific formula in the absolutely terrifying event of quiet.

Quiet? Fill it. LOUDLY. NO, LOUDER THAN THAT. Keep going. THERE ya go, you’re learning.

R is for RUNNING AWAY! Best game ever to play with mum, mega lolz.

S is for sugar high – the meaning of life, the universe and everything.

T is for Hello trouble! If anyone ever says this to you dudes, ever, don’t trust them, especially if they give you sweets, they’re spies and they’re on to us.

U is for – standard I know but wait – umbrella. Put one up in the house and watch mummy nearly explode and so high-pitched only dogs can hear her. Hours of fun.

V is for vets. The magical destination mummy takes the cats when I sit on them and break them a bit, they come back fixed again! AWESOME!

W is for WHAT THE FUDGE?! Or, at least I think that’s what mummy says.

X is for Xanax, apparently they’re like grown up Smarties, mummy eats them lots when she gets a bit shouty.

Y is for Y WON’T YOU SLEEP?! HANG ON, Y ARE YOU DRINKING RED BULL?! Y ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!

Z is for Zinfandel – mummy’s special medicine. Comes in really big bottles.

Bish bash bosh.

And there, look, you’ve done it, you’ve learnt the alphabet. TA-DA! You took that sucker OUT! Extra bonus mega points for singing the alphabet – “… N O P Q R S T …. rex? U V….” It’ll make mummy weep with cute overload and give you chocolate cake for lunch.

Class dismissed.

Peas and love,

Bean x

 

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