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.
Monday, April 04, 2005
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Hahaha where's a camera when you need one?
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.
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.
Whoa! Now that's precocious!
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