Magic Beans

For the last couple of weeks, G has often been talking about magic beans. "Magic beans!" she'd say, looking expectantly at me. I assumed they'd done Jack and the Beanstalk at nursery and she was repeating it back to me, something which she's done with other stories before.

Last night, G was chattering away about her magic beans again, and Mrs J realised what she actually meant. Magazine. She'd basically spent the last fortnight asking me to get her magazine, and having me completely ignore her. At times like this, she must think I'm a complete cretin.