It’s ‘hooker.’

Last night he and Wade were hanging out in his room (which means that Wade was half asleep on the bed and Charlie was taking EVERY SINGLE THING out of his closet and piling it all in the middle of the floor). He came hopping out of the closet and said happily, ‘Daddy, look what I have!’

Without opening his eyes, Wade said, ‘What is it, buddy?’

‘It’s a HOOKER!’ Charlie announced, waving a hanger in the air. ‘I found it in my closet!’

Wade said, ‘Go show Mommy. And be sure you tell her what it is.’

He came running into Henry’s room, waving the hanger and yelling, ‘Mommy! I found a hooker in my closet! I have a whole bunch of them in there!’

And I said, ‘Can you say, “This sure is a purty hooker?”‘

Then Wade got him to say, ‘This is my favorite hooker!’

I’m pretty sure there was something about it costing ten dollars, too. It went on like that all evening.

This morning at breakfast, he said to me, ‘Where’s my hooker?’ And when we left for school, he said, ‘Can I take my hooker to Starbucks with me?’ At that point it just got wierd (he was carrying a red, child-size hanger around with him!) so I made myself stop laughing and talked him in to taking some superheros in the car. And that was the end of the hooker.