December 6, 2005
I knew the hookers would lead to trouble
Charlie has a girlfriend, at school, Elizabeth. She’s the cutest little wisp of a thing, and she’s always so happy to see him. Yesterday, when I dropped him off, she came running up. ‘Hi, Charlie!’ she said happily, and went to give him a hug.
‘Elizabeth,’ he said seriously. ‘I am TRYING to take my PULLOVER off.’ Poor Elizabeth.
When I picked him up, we had this conversation in the car:
Me: Charlie, how was your day?
Charlie: Great! I went to school.
Me: I know! What did you do?
Charlie: I played with Elizabeth. We played DOCTOR!
Me: Really?
Charlie: Yes. And one of the Lukes was the patient. Not the Luke with the pacy, the other Luke.
Me: I see.
Charlie: We peetended Luke had a BABY in his tummy!
Me: How nice!
Charlie: Yeah, but he didn’t, really.
Me: Hmmm.
Charlie related the story again at dinner (at my prompting, of course), and Henry asked, ‘Was the baby a boy or a girl?’ And Charlie said, ‘ We THOUGHT it was a girl, but it was a boy!’ So Henry asked, ‘How did you know?’ and Charlie said, ‘We PEETENDED!’ Then at bedtime he told me that he and Elizabeth were able to tell the sex of Luke’s baby by hugging him. And that they all laughed.
At least he’s not playing hooker.
Posted by Susan @ 5:19 am • Uncategorized
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December 6th, 2005 at 6:36 am, Mary P. Says:
First hookers, then obstetrics, sex and babies. Busy lad, your Charlie.
Find out the sex by hugging! Too cute.
About those ads: I just have to click on them and get the page to show for you to earn your 3 cents, right? I don’t have to actually do anything on the page that pops up. I’ve been clicking every time I come in these days, but what a waste if it’s not earning you your money!
December 6th, 2005 at 6:55 am, Susan Says:
The Google ads require clicking; the BlogAds ads (the yelling man in my sidebar) do NOT. I get paid just for having the man in the sidebar! How fun is that!
And thanks for the clicks–you’ll be paying for my therapy (or Charlie’s hookers, it’s hard to tell).
December 6th, 2005 at 9:08 am, Nothing But Bonfires Says:
Tell Charlie he needs to go into business with this hugging thing. It sounds way more fun than ultrasounds.
And I just LOVE that he says “pullover.”
And what’s a pacy? You know, that one of the Lukes has?
December 6th, 2005 at 9:12 am, Candace Says:
Are you secretly British? Because if you are, I’m just going to explode from the excitement.
December 6th, 2005 at 9:41 am, Kristen Says:
nothing but bonfires, I believe “pacy” is a shortened term for “pacifier” - this is what my two-year-old calls his as well. Susan, Charlie cracks me up.
December 6th, 2005 at 10:29 am, Laura Says:
He is so funny. Good thing you are writing this stuff down, because you forget everything but the most embarassing stuff as time goes by.
December 6th, 2005 at 12:33 pm, Chag Says:
Be thankful he’s still playing supervised doctor and hasn’t started taking “his practice” out in the woods.
Yet.
December 6th, 2005 at 2:49 pm, Dawn Says:
See, I told My husband that hugging leads to babies, but no one ever believes me
December 6th, 2005 at 3:49 pm, adria Says:
Charlie is too funny!!
I was hoping the ‘hooker’ was going to end up in the story somehow.
December 6th, 2005 at 6:36 pm, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
And what’s wrong with playing Hooker? What exactly are you trying to say? Just get one of those little cash registers, strap it to your tummy and your good to go.
Not that I know anything about this.
December 6th, 2005 at 6:57 pm, Misfit Hausfrau Says:
Too funny! Do you need a doctor kit to play? Ella has one and she uses the stethoscope on people’s tongues. Not sure why…
December 6th, 2005 at 8:34 pm, Jenorama Says:
Yeah, and I might tell him that playing doctor WITH a hooker used to be illegal before Roe v. Wade, but I wouldn’t do it at school…
December 6th, 2005 at 9:56 pm, MIM Says:
Ah, yes. Doctor. I remember playing doctor. My step-mother found my 4 year-old “patient” tied to my bedpost with his pants down. Poor guy’s probably in therapy as we speak.