….Said (by Charlie) in the span of a few minutes while jumping on the bed:

“I’m gonna have a little baby sister. And she’s gonna have a little baby daddy.”

“I’m just a little boy.”

“I’m just a growin’ up boy.”

“I’m ready to rock.”

NOTE: We are NOT NOT NOT NOT expecting. We do not discuss this with Charlie. He wants a little baby sister because his friend, Tommy, has a little baby sister. And Finley is so precious, how can he not want a little sister???

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This morning we got on an elevator with an elderly couple. The man was almost doubled over with osteoporosis, which inspired Charlie to start pointing and saying “THAT MAN IS SICK,” over and over again. I couldn’t get him to shut up stop saying it, because the kid loves to repeat himself when he doesn’t feel like his point has gotten across. I apologized and kind of awkwardly rolled my eyes and laughed about kids saying the darndest things, and got down on his level to distract him until we could get off the slowest elevator on earth. The poor man just quietly sat there while his wife gripped the handles of his wheelchair and looked at us disapprovingly. Pursed lips and all.

It was a lovely moment, and I look forward to many more.

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