Adorable
Ben, hmmm, what can I say about the wonderful big brother that I have.
Firstly, he is not completely perfect, whatever he may say about his
worshippers who think he is God. They don't really. When Ben was not
too young, before I was born, he knew that my parents had to sift
weevils out of flour and other such substances in Kuwait and Saudi
Arabia. One day he pointed at a jar of mixed flour or something of
the like, and said " Weebles in dere." He thinks this just makes him
sweeter, but he is wrong!! I was trying to dig up some dirt on him, (
a not too difficult task if you are in his room), those of you who
have entered his room have probably caught some viral infection from
the air you breathed. However, when I asked my father about some
embarrassing things that Ben had done, he was stuck. I groaned and
asked if he had done anything wrong. Dad laughed and said" Are you
joking? There are so many, I just can't think of any.
Art
Ben has a horrible work of art in his room that is some sort
of sculpture. It is squarish, made out of Papier-mache, and is a puke
mixture of greens and browns. The thing has two hands that stick out
on pole thingies and have triangular hands. It also has two
eyeball-on-a-sticks. It is repulsive. If it were steaming, it would
look like something a dog threw up. He called this thing fluffie or
cutie or some name like that.
Schnoogie-woogums
When Ben was about 18 months old, he was sitting on top of my
father's shoulders and pointed and said "Ladies Walking." The fact
that they were men, playing soccer didn't intimidate him.
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Ben Bennett, fiji@ayup.res.wpi.edu