I don't know who reads this blog, or if anyone reads this blog, but I'm going to assume you never had the pleasure of meeting my Dad. My Dad was a loving dad and a super Grandpa. He was a good cook, really smart (in fact, he'd be the first to tell you that), and (he believed) never, ever wrong. I also never met a person in my life who liked to argue as much as he did. My Dad would argue with me just to see me get annoyed and wouldn't stop until he had proven his point. Often his point was not even something he remotely believed in or even cared about, He just felt like arguing that point of view that day. On another day you would find him fighting vehemently to convince me of the opposing view.
|Dad holding himself?|
That's Dad in a nutshell.
My Dad passed away when Ben was one year old. They didn't really get a chance to know each other, but as the years go on I am beginning to suspect that Ben IS my Dad.
Since Dad so loved to prove things, allow me to attempt to prove my "Ben is Dad" theory.
Exhibit A: One day when Ben was in the bathtub, at about 3 years old, I saw a bunny outside the window. I pulled Ben out of the bath so he could see. "Look at that bunny!" I said. Ben replied, "I don't like that bunny. If I had a gun I'd shoot that bunny, dead." then looked at my face to see what kind of expression he had just caused me to have. I was, of course, shocked. Ben loved bunnies! But what does Ben love more than bunnies? Being controversial and contrary. I'm completely convinced that if he had the verbal skills at that time, he would have given me a lecture on the evils of bunnies in our society.
|Never believes you when you tell him what time it is.|
Exhibit C: This is the last one I have time for today, but rest assured, there are many, many more. This happened yesterday. Ben came home with a behavior report from the bus driver. It says he is standing up on the bus and refusing to sit down. When I asked him about it the conversation went like this: Me: Why aren't you listening on the bus? Him: I AM listening on the bus! Me: The bus driver says you aren't. Him: The bus driver is lying. Me: No. The bus driver isn't lying. Him: Actually the bus driver has me confused with another kid because another kid was standing up on the bus. The bus driver is confused. Me: The bus driver is not confused. Now go to your room and think about this for awhile.
|Looks sweet and innocent. Will relentlessly critique|
your driving skills
Oh well, I was satisfied enough that if I had had one, I would have grabbed a Diet Rite for both of us and sat down with him to watch The People's Court.