Bowman West

Charlie - isms


Charlie: Mama, I was real brave when Daddy pushed me high on the baby swing. But I was not brave when I saw Santa.


Driving down the road...

Charlie: Mama, I'm done with my vanilla [granola] bar. I don't want the rest.

Me: Ok, I'll roll down the window. Just toss the rest out and the birds will eat it.

Charlie: Mama, if a car hits my vanilla bar will it die?

Me: No. It's not alive so it can't die.

Charlie [A few seconds later, shaking his head and giggling to himself]: My vanilla bar won't die. That doesn't make sense.



After we dropped Andy off at the airport...

Charlie: Momma, Big Jet [the bad guy from the Little Einsteins cartoon] took Daddy! We'll never see him again!

Me: No buddy, he's just going on a trip for work. He'll be back in a few days.

Charlie: No! We have to ask Rocket to save him!

Me: Ok. Rocket will bring him back in a few days.

[The next day we are in the Toys R Us parking lot when Charlie spots an airplane overhead]

Charlie [Screaming at the top of his lungs]: OH NO! THERE'S BIG JET AND HE STILL HAS DADDY! ROCKET, ROCKET, CAN YOU HELP US SAVE MY DADDY FROM BIG JET?!



This is just one illustration of how Charlie constantly lives in some imaginary world these days. He's always something other than Charlie -- a puppy, a shark, an airplane, etc. I'm usually the momma version of whatever he is. Occasionally he's the daddy and I'm the momma. He cracks me up. I've also been introducing him to some new things just so I don't get bored. I got him Chutes and Ladders and we've each won a round of that. We now own a sweet bubble blower that blows small bubbles inside big bubbles. I could play with that for an hour straight. Charlie usually steals it from me though.