Bean is a master of misdirection. Getting him to the school bus on time is an Olympic trial.
| Me: | It figures that he's so challenging. And I'm kind of glad; I wouldn't know what to do with an easy child. |
| Mom: | Yes. But I do wish he weren't quite so difficult. |
| Me: | He's *my* challenge, Grandma. *I* am yours. |
| Mom: | Indeed. |
