The song Centerfold by J Giles Band was playing on the radio this morning while I was driving Charlie to school.
“Turn it up dad! Do you know this song?”
“Yes, I really like this song.”
“This song is old. Its from the 1800’s!”
The concept of history isn’t there yet.
Charlie drew this picture of a soldier. He’s holding a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other (you can’t see that hand).
I love it.
I bought Charlie a toolbox with a bunch of tools for Christmas this year. I got him some screwdrivers, a pair of safety goggles, a tape measure, a couple pair of pliers, a little level, an LED flashlight, a toolbox and a combination lock to keep it all safe!
When I was checking out, the clerk commented, “Boy, you’re buying quite a bit of hardware today.”
“Yeah, I decided to buy a few tools for my 8 year old this year. He loves helping around the house.”
After I said this, the clerk made a strange face, got quiet and just kept ringing up my items. I was beginning to think this guy was kind of a jerk until he finally said, “So, you’re buying your son an electric staple gun?”
“No no no, that’s for ME!”
I can only imagine what would happen if Charlie got hold of an electric staple gun! You’d be able to turn my house upside down and nothing would move. Ikes.
I’m the lucky recipient of an original Charlie tattoo.
Charlie scratching out some serious tunes.
Charlie decided he was old enough for some tribal arm band tattoos. I think he did a bang up job.
It’s 9:30 on Thursday and I just finished getting Charlie to bed. A little later than normal tonight, but I just bought a new book to read to him. It’s a book by Brandon Sanderson called Alcatraz versus the Evil Librarians. The main character is a 13 year old boy named Alcatraz, and I’m guessing he must fight some Evil Librarians, only time will tell. We read the first Chapter, and then called it a night, I’ll pick up where I left off tomorrow. The big question from Charlie after the first chapter was “How can you break a chicken??” You’ll just have to read it. 🙂
I closed the book and killed the lights. I decided to lay beside Charlie for a couple minutes until he fell asleep.
After laying there for about a minute, I quietly whispered “Alcatraz.”
“Dad, what did you say??”
“Ummm, nothing Charlie.”
About 10 seconds passed and I heart a “phfffftttttt” followed by a pungent odor.
“Charlie! What did YOU say??”
“Dad, my butt said…” followed by a louder, longer, and even smellier “phffffffttttttt”
Guess that’s what I get for messing with HIM.
I will always rememeber the first chapter of Alcatraz being a real stinker.
“Dad, your car smells like moldy pizza and chewed shirt sleeves.”
Unfortunately, I think he was probably right.
Charlie refused to wear a Winnie the Pooh bandaid tonight. Another little piece of childhood slips away.
For anyone who doesn’t already know, here is the definition of a wet willy, according to wikipedia:
Wet willy: Usually performed on a sleeping or otherwise unsuspecting person, the perpetrator of a wet willy wets his or her finger with saliva and inserts it into the ear of the victim. While not typically resulting in physical harm (although ear infection might occur), the moist sensation can be extremely unpleasant.
Charlie snuck up behind me while I was sitting at the computer and gave me a wet willy.
I hate wet willies.
I yelled in at Lori, “That is one trick I REALLY wish you hadn’t taught him!”
She replied, “I didn’t teach him that!”
Which sparked a “yes, you DID!”, “NO, I DID NOT!” bickerfest.
After a few minutes of this, Charlie decided to speak up.
“Uncle Scott taught me that. He said Charlie, do this with your finger and stick it in your Dad’s ear.”
Grrrr, Uncle Scott is in trouble.