A/N: okay, I've been majorly updating everything all day. So here's another moment of Ben for good measure. My brain is fried. I had this planned for a while, but I wasn't sure how to write it & whether to put it here or in Car Arguments but since I took care of Car Arguments for the day, Ben needed some attention.
Carl picked up the phone on his day off. He'd decided to spend some much needed time with Ben instead of doing everything Sandra had told him to do. Such as cleaning out the garage. It could wait for later. He dial the number for his wife's work phone.
They'd spent the day playing football in the backyard, watching some Sumo Slammers, (at Ben's request) and eating anything that sounded good.
"Hello?" she picked up, recognizing the number and shoving another forkful of salad into her mouth.
"Hey, honey," Carl said nicely, looking over his shoulder again at Ben who was sitting at the kitchen table with the Kentucky Fried Chicken he had gotten earlier.
Sensing the tension in his voice and the overly nice way he said it, she immediately jumped to a conclusion. "Did Ben blow up the toaster or microwave again?"
"No. I took care of that, by the way."
The microwave sat on the counter, fried as ever. It was still in tiny ashes that hadn't been poked at by Kevin yet. They all were still in amazement at how Ben could destroy a microwave without even turning it on. And a toaster.
"Sure you did." Sandra rolled her eyes. "So what happened?"
"Well, I have a question." He ran his fingers through his shortly cropped brown hair.
"What did you boys destroy?"
"Nothing! Nothing!"
She sighed. "I'll let you get away with it this time. So what's up?" She took another bite of her salad.
Carl looked over his shoulder to Ben who was lifting all the little chunks of his chicken into the air and dropping them back on his plate again and saying "Confetti!" every few seconds. "Does Ben usually make confetti out of the skin from the fried chicken? He even snapped all the bones into itty bitty pieces… It's pretty cool actually. We should try that at our next party or something."
That got Sandra to spit lettuce all over her desk.
A/N: I did this at a party the other night… fun, but people stared at me… R&R cuz u kno u luvd it! And bcuz u kno it'd b fun to try! Trust me, it is.
~Sky