Stories from the Ben

Earlier this week, The Ben and I were enjoying some much needed recreational time while Mother was away at Target. During our 9-hole golfing excursion -- Wii Sports Resort, Classic round -- The Ben and I shared a delicious pouch of fruit snacks. (...and by "shared," I mean, "He ate while I watched.")

When The Ben was finished with his fruit snacks, he crumpled the pouch in his wee hands, walked from the living room into the kitchen, opened the cupboard below the sink, and lightly placed the crumpled pouch in the garbage can. Amidst my cheering, he realized that the cupboard was still ajar. Before turning to celebrate with me, The Ben turned toward the cupboard and promptly closed it.

One might ask, "Why were you cheering and celebrating?" Well, let me tell you. You see, men are slovenly folk... at least, that's what I'm told. My boy, The Ben, has the guts and the fortitude to fly in the face of stereotypes and be his own man. That takes passion and determination in a world where everybody expects everybody else to act in a prescribe manner. I also celebrated because I can gain some serious brownie points by using The Ben's services to clean the house while Mother is away. ;)