Bug Eyed

Ben had three friends over to play before school today. They all got along very well; for the most part they played up in Ben's room. I'm not quite sure what they were playing, though. When I went up to tell them it was time for lunch, I saw one of my bras on the floor of his room. It definitely hadn't been there earlier. I picked it up and asked Ben to come out of the room with me for a minute. I asked him why he was playing with my underwear. He said he was using it for their game. "What game were you playing?" I asked cautiously. "We were being bugs. It made really good fly's eyes," he responded.