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Week of Money: Where the Stuffies squeal about a Spelling Bee


11:08 a.m. — Little Bun has come up with a brilliant plan – a spelling bee for the Stuffies. He creates spelling lists, and then starts the whole competition.

I am laughing too hard because I make it fun (for myself) and him:

Little Bun: “Let’s start the Spelling Bee!”

Babiest Stuffie: “Omg are there bees!? Do they go around spelling things??”
Littlest Hedgehog Stuffie: “BEES? I DON”T WANT TO BE STUNG!”
Little Bun: “No bees! It’s just a name!”
Me: *explaining how it came from the idea of a sewing bee where you sit in a circle and tell stories*
Babiest Stuffie: “There better not be any bees!! UNLESS THERE IS HONEY TO EAT.”
As the whole competition goes on and they are all picked off, they cry in the corner from losing.
Little Bun takes time out to comfort each one and says to them:
“It’s okay! You were just starting. It’s your first bee! It is okay! You will do better next time.”
(I love how generous and kind he is.)

Finally, Babiest Stuffie wins!!


12:11 p.m. — I clean the sink… it gets so gunky and greasy.

3:35 p.m. — Little Bun runs out, looking distressed and flings his hand at me, after his nap saying: “CATNAP! CATNAP!!” .. It takes me a second before I realize it’s his hand that fell asleep and he wants me to help massage it. I laugh and massage his fingers until his fingers come back to life again after going numb.

6:25 p.m. — We have a question that says: 7×2

Little Bun: 18! I mean 14! What I think is not what I say!!!

Me: That happens to me all the time.


3:40 p.m. — We play Monopoly again. At the end, I taught him how to play ruthlessly and to negotiate hard.  I owed him $800, then $950, then $1000, and I made him negotiate hard and take two of my railroads etc. I told him he was still a wonderful, generous person, but he had to be tougher in the game, and not take any prisoners so to speak. To be fair, and not mean, but not a pushover. He’s really just too nice for this. 

6:10 p.m. — He practices cutting zucchini for the meals, prepping food.


7:25 p.m. — On the bed reading…

Little Bun bounces in: Would you like to try a cashew?
Me: Yes please
Little Bun: *sweetly pops one into my mouth*
Me: Wow! A cashew in bed!! Thank you
(He’s really nice.)
Later on, we have a galette des rois, a type of almond paste cake:


8:08 a.m. — Little Bun watching “Girls Alone” a documentary where they left all these girls alone without adults to live alone.

Little Bun: OMG they’re just like the boys! They’re eating all the candy!!!!!
He is both fascinated and horrified that they could just eat candy all week and no food. He is probably intrigued…


5:15 p.m. — He is reading and asking me questions about some words

Little Bun: Why is English so difficult mommy – it’s so weird sometimes!!
Me: It’s a hodgepodge of other languages, so you have lots of things that do not make sense.

9:25 p.m. — She hung her jewellery on the wall, and then I said I would do something similar with a wall. Someone messages me:


8:08 a.m. — Little Bun makes coupons because now, every meal I eat that his father makes, is part of Daddy’s Eatery. I have to pay taxes, tips, more taxes, even a seating fee!!!!

To alleviate the pain, he makes me a birthday coupon:

2:31 p.m. — I start on corporate taxes, and use my handy dandy self-made Excel spreadsheet with all my notes, and calculations:


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  • Gail

    You could publish–should, i.e.–the spelling bee back stories. I can visualize an entire Stuffies series in fact. The comments by the Stuffies are hilarious. Do I need to tell you that the chosen words for the bee are shockingly amazing for a child LB’s age?
    I want some almond paste cake!!

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