Serendipity: Ben

You know how they say that if you put enough monkeys in a room with enough type writers for long enough they would eventually write a pretty good novel? Well, I think that's probably true.

My son Ben is 2 and always trying to be funny. He has a very good sense of humor, but sometimes it's a little hit and miss. Lately he's been just adding nonsense phrases onto the end of salutations. I think he started doing this because I sometimes say, "See you later, Ding Dong." So now he tries different variations of it: "Hello there, gingo." "Good night, shish nah!" It's not really that funny but I think he's hoping to eventually hit upon something gold.

Well, today he was doing the same thing (he does it about 20 times a day--always with a different configuration of meaningless syllables) and he came up with, "Thanks a lot, dumb bum."

I guess I don't really think monkeys could write a novel. That was just crazy talk. Speaking of crazy talk, I have to run. I've got a date with Sista C. and I just know I'm going to get to first base. If that sounded gross to you, well, that's because rubbing analgesic cream into old ladies is gross. See ya later Bob Loblaw! (I'd like to see a monkey write that.)