Charlie is at my favorite age (so far). He wants to be a helper, his language is exploding, and he still wants to cuddle. He is also a smart ass.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to understand what a “cat load” is and why the absence of one would cause so much distress and so many tears. Catalog. He wanted the catalog.
After that was resolved, and our Sunday morning was once again peaceful, I asked him to clean up his playroom:
“No, Mama, I’m not available”.
girl at large 