Monday, April 04, 2011

A day with Ben

A day with Ben:

My son is my friend. I don't have to go about changing him. He's, well, he's very funny in my eyes. I'm about half-blind, though.

We go out for pizza. The table has butcher paper and crayons. Ben draws out some emoticons he's become familiar with. I crack up. The bartender thinks I'm drunk. I'm not...yet...She makes a damn fine margarita, though, strait up on the rocks.




-- pissed


--G.D. It! (look from right to left)


--Angry nerd (R to L again)


---Oh dear God! (R to L)

We are easily amused. It's a gift, I guess.

Somebody you let down your guard enough to laugh with, becomes your friend forever. Why is that?

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