Straws, Art, and No Socks

Mom asked if I had ideas for the blog today. As usual, I was quiet. She says perhaps this is because I am an intellectual and I merely think long and hard before saying anything. Sure, whatever Mom. So Mom suggests that I tell you about some of my latest experiences and preferences.

1) I love straws. I finally figured out that I could drink from them and not just bite them. They're good for both.
2) I tried art. Mom says if my first experience is any indication, I should probably focus on music. I just thought it was kind of boring. Mom kept saying, "Look Ben, you're drawing." Ho-hum. Whatever! Can I get down from this chair please?
3) It is so nice and warm outside that I see no point in wearing socks. I have thwarted all Mom's efforts to keep them on my feet.
4) Noticing my love of spicy food Dad let me try a banana pepper. Interesting but I don't think so.
5) I am currently questioning why there are drawers I am not supposed to play in located in MY ROOM. Mom insists they are full of "her things" and I have suggested she move them to her room then.
6) Mom became very excited when I said "book" (or something very close) last week. She is encouraging me to say other words but I just don't feel the need. Maybe later.
7) I have decided to try and get up earlier in the mornings so I can see Dad before he leaves. Mom says she was happier with our earlier arrangement where I exhibited slothful tendencies until after 9. I've had to start going to bed earlier though in order to wake up and even then I have requested a little coffee to get going. So far, no luck. I did manage to get a few drops of Dad's when he wasn't looking and Mom pointed out to me that my face turned a deep (and puffy) shade of red. She suggested I wait and try again in college.