Mr. Lumpy Britches

Had to take Ben to the dentist today, as he was sick on the day the girls went.  Usually we troop in there and get them all at once.  But you don't care about that part.  You want the story, the funny.  The minutiae of my life mean nothing to you, in fact annoy you.

Fine.  So Ben's sitting in the chair and the hygienist says,  "That's a colorful pencil."  Ben looks down, sees the pencil, pulls it out and says, "Hey, I have a pencil in my pocket!" (and I thought he was just happy to be there).  He gives it to me.  Then he pulls out his Spy Light and hands it to me.  A moment later fishes out a walkie talkie handset.  Hygienist starts laughing.  He pulls out a Spy Listening device.  And then a Spy Motion Detector.  And then a Spy Voice Recorder.  And THEN a notebook.  The hygenist says, "It's like a clown car!"  And then his Spy Watch.  And now I'm wondering, "Did he sleep in those pants? because sleeping with Q's office in your pants can't be all that comfy."

So we were laughing about all that crap in his pockets and Lily says, "You need a blue flying seal to carry your stuff for you."
Ben: "Why does it need to be a blue flying seal?"
Lily: "Well, because you like blue."
Well then.

It's his birthday tomorrow and the 1st anniversary of this blog.  Go back and hit the archives, it's all still funny.  Since that's all you want anyway.