Benson about his allergies:
"My mose is getting bigger. Probably meed a pink medicine to calm it down."
Me to Benson, who's carring around a bag of candy corn:
"Where did you get that?"
Benson: "Gwandmah gabe it to me."
Me: "you're not supposed to be eating that."
Benson: "But I YUB canny cwone."
Benson at the Post Office: "GET OUT OF THE WAY, PEOPLE!"
Mom: "Benson! That's not NICE!"
Benson: "GET OUT OF THE WAY, PEOPLE! THANKS YOU, PLEASE!"
Benson: 8:30AM- "I wan hanburger, cheese, BIG PICKLE!"