I want to learn from you. But I don't want to dress like you.

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Some Beanisms:

I'm trying to close this stinkin' submarine!

Mommy: You will get a towel and dry the floor.
Bean: I will be glad to.

Bean: I'm going to buy caffeine for you and me and grandma and grandpa and Aunt Bea.
Mommy: That's very nice!
Bean: I'm going to buy caffeine for everyone in this world and everyone in a different world too.

Bean, to Aunt Bea, who had just given her some money for her piggy bank: I need more money for my bank.

Bean on shapes: I like diamonds. They're like argyle.

About a Miss O movie: Oh Miss O! What a cute baby! I will hold you in my arms.

About Miss O: She's holding her dress, apparently. I guess it angered her, apparently.

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Bean's sense of style is legendary. The things she puts together, the aplomb with which she wears them ... I'm so envious of her total self-confidence and utter lack of concern with 'fashion'. It's not like a kid her age knows that she's mixing patterns in a clash-tastic way, or that most folks don't wear princess dresses to Target, so she's not consciously thumbing her nose at convention. But I take it as a testament to my (and Dave's) parenting that she doesn't hesitate at all when she picks out her clothes based on what she likes versus what "goes together". I have seen some amazing things when she's given free rein with her clothing:






I'm fairly certain if I ever heard anyone say anything critical of her choices, or tell her she couldn't wear something, I'd pop them. I'll sometimes draw a line on clothing choices if she wants to wear, say, her Sleeping Beauty dress to the sand pit, but that's simply because I don't want to deal with how much sand the damn thing will drag home with us.

She's awesome, isn't she?
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