recently, benny went to his first "big boy birthday party."
his friend, Emory, turned four and had a party at a local place that combines an arcade, restaurant, and mini-bowling alley.
precious.
sort of.
in theory.
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because the whole enterprise, being made of really little lanes, and rather tiny pins and bowling balls was really cute.
until benny picked up a bowling ball.
and turned around and made this face.
and i realized, oh crud.
someone just gave benny savarese a bowling ball.
who's the kid who insists on placing his face inside the bowling ball return?
mine.
clearly.
making mommy proud.
as a parent, "someone else's child preparing to throw bowling ball at your child" really isn't an image you ever want to see.
but, "your child doing victory dance?"
totally worth it.