When we were trying to leave church today, Ben was outside teaching a 2 year old friend at church how to beat out a rhythm on the steel pole. I walked up to them both and said it was time to go and led to 2 year old by the hand to the child’s father.
“He is one of my minions,” says Ben to me and the child’s dad.
“I don’t think that sounds nice, Ben,” I say, rather embarrassed that Ben would say that in front of the child’s dad. I smile to the father that coded smile that says I-am-so-sorry-I-will-kill-him-later-for-that-comment. As we are walking away I say to Ben, “I think we need to find another word. That word doesn’t sound good.”
Ben says, “You know how Gordon follows me around and does everything I do? And C—– is just like Gordon. He does everything I do.”
“Yes,” I reply waiting for him to continue this line of logic.
“Well, that a minion. Every one needs one . . . and I’ve got two!” declares Ben with a huge smile on his face.
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