Dear Benjamin:
When I walked in you were, as usual, standing in your bed, the characteristic "Ben grin" spread across your face. I noticed that you were pulling at the back of your diaper, and the following dialogue took place:
Mommy: "Good morning, Ben! Did you make poopy?"
Ben: (With a serious look) "No Mommy, it's just gas."
So it's true, stars really are made of gas!!! =0)
Love and What-Will-You-Come-Up-With-Next,
Mommy


