Summer Vacation

School vacation is in full swing. Charlie hasn't quite got the hang of SLEEPING IN.

This morning he woke me up at 0-dark-thirty. I told him to go to his room until daylight. A few minutes later he came back and woke me up- by throwing the cat on me. The yowls and claws woke me up, but my reaction taught Charlie he should have let me sleep.

He had his first T-ball game today. He did OK. When I say he did OK I mean he didn't hurt anybody or make them cry, except the coach was a little shook up. He'll be OK. Charlie hit the ball a couple of times and drew a nice mural in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He ran for the ball three times and for the bathroom seven times.

P.S.- After the game there was a spot of blood on his uniform shirt. It's not his, and I've learned not to ask too many questions.

His-Story

Charlie came home from Kindergarten excited that he was learning about the presidents. I asked him what he learned about them.

"I learned President Lincoln and a bad guy were watching THE GAME and the bad guy shot him in the head. Then he jumped from the balcony and broke his leg."

Close Enough.

P.S.- He thinks the British officer on "Pirates of the Carribean" is George Washington.

Little Mister Doctor

Yesterday I commented to Grandma that I had a headache and thought my blood pressure might be high. Charlie got a sly look. "That's why you scream at me and make me cry." Grandma's ears perked up. "When do I scream at you and make you cry?", I asked. Charlie glanced to make sure Grandma was listening. "You scream at me all of the time."

Charlie could barely conceal a smirk as Grandma started glaring at me.

B-ball

Charlie wanted to play basketball in the church parking lot. I agreed, and was proud I was able to take the ball away from a Kindergartener.
Charlie got mad and kicked the ball. When I commented on his lack of sportsmanship he said, "I don't make the rules. I just follow them."
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Tonight at supper we were discussing what we needed from the store. Charlie said he wanted a toy fishing set. Grandma said no. Without hesitation Charlie said,"You just move out of the house and I'll be the boss and get a fishing pole." Bad choice.
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We were wrestling the other night and Charlie hit his head on the floor. He said, "Thanks Grandpa. Now my brain will make me do bad choices."