Benny turned 7 last Monday. Isn't he cute?
He endures being the youngest with dignity, poise and valor, which makes what happens next so earthshaking. Our move to this neighborhood has been perfect for the kids in every way except for one small thing...the filthy language out there is like a wild west saloon. It's like every one's being raised by salty sailors. It's like maybe kids are repeating what their parents might say when they stub their toes.
Anyway, we were just now seated around the family diner table, demolishing our steak bites, fried eggs, roasted broccoli, and rice without anyone saying a word. I mean we were barely stopping to breathe it was so good...
...when all of a sudden, Benny says
DAMN RIGHT, I'M HAVING SOME MORE.
Richard. Don't. Look. At. Me. Must. Keep. Straight. Face.
Ben, let's not say that again.
Stare. At. Plate. Until. Composed.
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