the story of benny and the oreos

back when lincoln and i first started dating, he would join my family for dinner sometimes. we were about 15 so my little brother benny would have been around 6-7.

he refused to eat his dinner. and sat there pouting while the rest of us ate.

after dinner we migrated to the living room to watch tv.

a few minutes later little benny comes into the living room with a stack of 5-6 oreos and a cup of milk. he walks in slowly, careful to balance the oreos and not spill the milk. he lowers himself to the floor to eat the cookies off of the coffe table.

lincoln watched all this appalled.

now 10 years later, he still brings this up. benny and the oreos. but each time he brings it up it, the story gets bigger. it has progressed from a stack of 5-6 oreos to, at last count, benny standing in the driveway guiding the dump truck full of oreos down the dead end street he lives on. and in the sky is a forest service helicopter that normally carries water to put out fires but on this trip, it is bringing benny the milk. it releases the milk into the dump truck and benny dives in.

i'm pretty sure next time will be a cargo ship of oreos and a sea of milk with benny in scuba gear.