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.