Ben: Mom, where are my drums?
Mom: (scanning her brain) Uhm, what drums?
Ben: MY drums.
Mom: Oh your yellow drums? (Made of plastic that were run into, stepped on, and finally crushed into oblivion.)
Ben: Yes.
Mom: They were broken Ben.
Ben: I need to play drums.
Mom: Ok. Your birthday is not for awhile. Would you like drums for your birthday or Christmas?
Ben: Yes.
1 comment:
i have had so much fun reading all the hilarious things ben says. what a sweet boy!
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