A Child Named Benefit

 

(I stole this photo from Adele' because I am a photo thief.  But an honest one.  ;-) )

A certain child-who-shall-remain-nameless-lest-embarrassment-ensue said, incredulously, as we were driving down the road the other day "I would NEVER name my child BENEFIT!!!"

Confused, I said, "I wouldn't either.  But I've never heard anyone named Benefit.  Where have you heard of someone named Benefit?"

"That wagon over there!  It had a sign that said BENEFIT CAN DRIVE!! with a picture of someone on it!"

Oh my stars.  I about died laughing.  

 These moments are getting fewer and further in between but when they come, boy, do they bless me!

I Feel The Same

Moses was eating breakfast in the other room when I heard him say 

"Mmmmm.  Cottage cheese.  I love it in a deep regard" 

The Rat

 

Oreos.

We don't buy them unless we have a fancy cheesecake to make- and then, only the generic kind.

But Grandma and Grandpa brought some over on Glupper night for a treat and I put the leftovers in the cookie tin.

Two days later, it's snack time. I say to Moses, who is making snack for all, "You may each have one of those Oreo cookies Grandma and Grandpa brought over."

A few minutes later...

"Uuuummmmmmm......  Mama.....  I think a RAT has been in our cookie tin because there are no more cookies LEFT!"  He brings the tin, wide open and cavernous, to prove his point.

A rat, indeed.  

(I suspect our rat may even have a name.)

Only Fitting

Given my recent self-induced public humiliation, now would be a perfect time to share this funny anecdote.

The other night, as we were working on quilting, Adele' said to me...

"Mama.  I've decided I'd like to be EXACTLY like you when I grow up... totally self-deficient."

She cocked her head and knew instantaneously that she had said the wrong word.  My peels of laughter may have had something to do with it.  She tried to back track but I wouldn't let her.  It was too great.

It was, in fact, just the right word.  Also, totally hilarious.