Benson smells danger when this happens, and shys away from Mr Penguin, giving him the 'death stare' and recoiling to safe ground by an adult.
Tonight, Benson decided that Mr Penguin needed to be dealt with once and for all...and so he proceeded to get his baseball bat from his room and brought it to me, so I could be the Penguin killer. When I refused to do the deed, B took the bat from me and reached out and pushed the penguin over.
He dropped his bat and clapped for himself. Hmmm problem solved.
6 comments:
That is hilarious!
On you Benson! Next time you come to Australia bring that bat with you and you can deal with a "singing dog" very near me.
Love, Grandma D
He he what a crack up! Sounds like little B is quickly finding plenty of use for that baseball bat he he...what a cutie. Wish I could have been there to see him. Love Aunty DD
Glad you had a fun Christmas! Joel & I missed seenig the Detroit crew this year! I enjoy checking in on your blog now and then to see your little guy growing up! Take Care!
This is story reminds me of Amity being petrified of the 'bouncing tigger' :)
Good to see BB can take of himself though!
(How's that for a comment??)
Sorry Mister B for giving you such a scary toy for Christmas. Glad to hear you figured out a way to deal with your feelings! (ha ha)Love You! Nai Nai
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