Monday, April 04, 2005

Cheese bra

Last night, Ben was chilling out shirtless, having a supper that included a slice of American cheese. First, he tore off two corners and said he was eating a house. Then he tore the house into two pieces, slapped one on each side of his chest, and announced that he was wearing a cheese bra. (More like cheese pasties, if you ask me.)

Next week, he's got a screening for kindergarten. If they have cheese, he's a shoo-in for the gifted program.

4 comments:

Charlie said...

Hahaha where's a camera when you need one?

Orange said...

Ben would have been happy to pose proudly in his cheese pasties, but photographing this would only encourage him. And then he'd grow up to be a dairyland stripper. No can do.

Charlie said...

And realistically, if you had photographed it, it would've been one of those that you want to save for special occasions, like when his girlfriend comes to dinner in 12 years or so.

bitchphd said...

Whoa! Now that's precocious!