Ben is three years old. He has red hair and a smile that has broken many-a woman already. He has a very happy, cheerful personality and a very active imagination. He can play for hours in his room all alone, and if he has no toys handy, no problem. There's always his hand humans. He also has an alter-ego. The Guy comes to visit us fairly regularly. He is an interesting person, and I always find our visits entertaining. He lives far away, in the kitchen. He has a dog, it's name used to be Princess, but The Guy recently changed it to Doug. His best friend is Africa Guy. We've met him, but he doesn't come to visit quite as often. Africa Guy lives in Africa with his pets, an elephant, a cheetah, and Africa Dog.
The Guy has a cell phone that he talks and plays games on a lot. But don't ask of you can play his games, because he'll just tell you that they're 'boring games.' He likes to get in his car and drive to wrecks, then get out and walk around them. When I pointed out that policemen dont really want you to walk around the crash scene, he replies that they like HIM to do it. The Guy worked at Wal-Mart briefly, but soon said he just works at 'his work' and wants to leave it at that. I suspect he may be a spy, but I have no proof.
What I do know is this: Someday, The Guy is going to stop coming to visit me. Some other activity will take his place. I'll miss him. He always provides an interesting glimpse on the way a three year old sees the world. Plus, Africa Guy promised to catch me a pet ocelot.
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