
Last Sunday morning, I found Benjamin in his playroom quietly coloring in his new coloring book. He seemed so fixated on the task that I stopped to see what it was that he was coloring.
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A shark. With green... Um... protuberances.
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"Hey, Ben Ben," I asked. "What are those green things?" Continuing his coloring, he mumbled something unintelligible. "What, Ben Ben? I didn't hear you." He stopped coloring for a moment, looked up at me, and with an almost exaggerated patience replied, "Those are the shark's feelings, mama."
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Most men would have said those were the sharks brains. Guess I'm raising a sensitive soul!
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