Out of the blue the other day, Benji says to me, "Dad, I'm stupendous."
"Really? You are? How do you know?"
"I just am," he replies matter-of-factly.
"Ok," I pursue, "so if you are stupendous, what am I?"
"Hm," he thinks for a second. "You are just normal."
"Oh, so what about Maia? Is she stupendous, too."
"No," he declares with authority. "She is fantastic."
"I see. So you are stupendous, Maia is fantastic and I am 'just normal'."
"Yeah."
"What about Mommy? What is she?"
For this one he takes a long time to consider his options. "She is... stinky balls!"
Honestly, I have no idea where he gets this stuff, but just for the sake of those who are keeping track, here's the breakdown:
Benji = stupendous
Maia = fantastic
Dad = just normal
Mom = stinky balls
Noted...
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