Babe Magnet...

I'm sure you're wondering how a post about bouncy balls could possibly be entitled, "Babe Magnet..."? Well, let me just say that if the Lord decides that it is time for me to be with him in heaven before he takes Benjamin, I don't think he'll have any trouble finding another wife...

We went to Bellacino's tonight with Nana, Papa and Aunt Ash. As soon as we got there, Benson spotted this Ball machine because some other little boys were playing with it. When he saw that they got something OUT of it, he was totally intrigued and wanted a ball for himself. Being the dutiful parents that we are... and not wanting to spoil our precious child, we did not get him a ball. (Plus we didn't have four quarters) Well, Benson gets in his high chair and keeps turning around pointing and saying "Ball... Ball... Ball..." and before we knew it, this pretty blond high-schooler comes over and gives Benson a ball that she got for him out of the machine! He was thrilled! He was bouncing it and rolling it and all giddy because he had a new ball.



Well, it came time to eat, so we put his ball in his diaper bag...

While he was eating, another group of high-school-ish aged kids came in and sat beside us. Benson said "hey" and would intermittently turn around, point to the ball machine and say "ball..." After a few minutes, this pretty red headed girl comes walking over and hands Benson a ball and says, "Here you go, you sweet little thing! He is so cute..."

Like I said, Chick Bait...