Conversation overheard from just beyond the home-office threshold:
Brandy: “Benjamin, how many kids are you going to have?”Benjamin: “15.”
Brandy: “15!?”
Slight pause.
Benjamin: “I’m just kidding,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I’m just going to need 7.”
He’s 15 days away from turning 5, yet he is already mentally building his guerrilla posse to take over the world.
