Lunch date

Seth has the week off for Carnival/Lent, err something.   Yesterday he said to me, "Hey mom when you are done with your shower do you want to have a picnic with me and Benj?" (I want to write Benj and I, but that's not how he said it.  And I am slightly embarrassed that my shower was so close to lunch.)

"You bet!"  I always say yes when a cute boys invites me on a picnic. (Eric won my heart when he took me on a picnic with Tacobell.) "Do you want me to make sandwiches?"

"No.  That's okay."  He had already taken everything out to the picnic spot.

We had chips, granola bars, fruit snacks, and gold fish.  You read it right, not a fruit or vegtable in the vacinity.  And did I correct them or encourage them to choose at least one produce item?  

I surely did not.

If you were lucky enough to have your best friend born into your family, 

you were mighty lucky, indeed.  

 Not a good picture, I know, but you can hear his laughing squeal in this one, cant you. 

What a face!  And I think he is even cuter on the inside. 

His ninja moves are freakin' awesome. 

It's trying to be spring. 

 I heartily approve.

Know what I like better than spring?  

Two cute boys, who also cleaned up after our picnic was through. 

Second star to the right

Benjamin is pretty infatuated with Peter Pan and all things related.

"Isaac's a lost boy.  (after thought) And a blockhead." 
When Peter comes back to find that the lost boys have attacked Wendy he says, (click on the play button.)

"My Tink likes you but you're a big ugly girl."

Me: Benjamin, put your coat on.  We need to go.
Benjamin: I'm not Benjamin.  I'm Peter.

Me: Hey Benj, do you need to go potty?
Benjamin:  My name's not Benj.  It's Peter.  Yeah, I gotta go potty.

Benjamin:  Hey Wendy, is this a ham samwhich?
Me:  Yep.  And if you eat it all up, Benjamin, you can have a cookie.
Benjamin:  My name is Peter.

He didn't call me mom (or mother which is his usual), for two months. Just Wendy.  Poor fellow sorta looks like he needs a mother.  Bust his let him dress himself, and he feels big and independent because of it.