earlier this week, i was summoned to the living room by benny.
and by summoned, i mean, he was screaming, "mom!! HEEEEELLLLPPP!"
i had been in the living room with him approximately 1 minute earlier to give him a bagel and milk.
because of the urgency in his voice, i basically ran into the living room.
what i found did not appear to be an urgent scene.
benny was sitting with his legs out on the couch.
he was holding his hands above his head, a bagel plate in one and the milk in the other.
and he was looking longingly at the blanket on the ground beside the couch.
it was clear that i had been brought there to apply the blanket to my small child.
but, because we are trying to teach our boys to ask nicely for the things they want, i asked, "hey, benny. what's wrong?"
and, because he is at a rather literal stage in his life, he took a moment to think about my question.
then he looked at me, deadpan, and said, "i don't have four arms."