A few Charlotte-isms to brighten your day!
Me: "Okay Charlotte, when you're all done supper we'll go down and get you in the tub"
Charlotte: "One hour?"
Me: "One hour? No..."
Charlotte: "Two hours? FIVE hours?"
Me: "Five hours?! No way, that's too long to be in the tub."
Charlotte: "Three minutes?"
Me: "Yes, that sounds like a much better idea"
Charlotte: "One hour?"
Me: "One hour? No..."
Charlotte: "Two hours? FIVE hours?"
Me: "Five hours?! No way, that's too long to be in the tub."
Charlotte: "Three minutes?"
Me: "Yes, that sounds like a much better idea"
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Charlotte: *covering herself with her blanket* "Where's Charlotte?!"
Me: *playing along* "Where's Charlotte?"
Charlotte: *still covered by the blanket* "Under."
Me: "You're under the blanket?"
Charlotte: "Yeah."
Me: *playing along* "Where's Charlotte?"
Charlotte: *still covered by the blanket* "Under."
Me: "You're under the blanket?"
Charlotte: "Yeah."
(kinda defeats the purpose, kiddo!)
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We are at a parade and a man with neck tattoos and full sleeves walks by. Charlotte stares and you can almost smell the burning as she's trying so hard to process what she sees. Finally, she blurts out:
"Painted!! Man neck, painted! Man arms, painted!"
"Painted!! Man neck, painted! Man arms, painted!"
I tell her yes, sort of, that the man has tattoos. She breathes a huge sigh of relief and repeats "tattoos" as if she solved the world's greatest mystery.
