James Franco is my new hero

I mean, come on! The guy drops out of school to pursue acting, then gets his degree while pursuing said acting (make that two degrees now), publishes a book of short stories, and survives an epic 127 days stranded in a canyon which he only escapes by chopping off his own arm.

I mean, really! How can you not love the guy?

Plus, he looks really good in a dress.

Okay, not really. He is, in truth, a really ugly looking lady, but, evidently secure enough in his manhood to don a fabulous red number for the sake of comedy.

Need I say more?

I think not. I'll move on.....

Ben and me have a new game going on. The speech therapist was modeling it for me. What it consists of is pretty much this:

-Ben, do you want the pig puzzle piece or the farmer puzzle piece?

-Gah!

-Which one Ben?

-Gah!

-Say please Ben.

-Gah!

-Say please, Ben. (insert me taking his hand and rubbing it on his chest in the sign for 'please')

-Gah! (insert Ben hitting his chest like a crazed gorilla)

-Please....Puh-leeze, Ben.

-Gah!

-Please, like puh-puh-puh.

-Gah! Puh-Puh-Puh! GAHHHHHHH!

-Good job Ben. Here's the puzzle piece.

And so on and so forth.

Eventually, he's supposed to fold and repeat actual words.

And Andrew has discovered the new game of "every time mom says 'not now' 'later' 'i'll think about it' or the actual dreaded 'NO', flop on the ground in knee-crushing sobs and ask one more time". Really? Although, I guess there are worse things. A kid in his preschool carries an artillery of golf balls with him everywhere.

Now that would be a pain to be tripping over all day.