Thursday, November 27, 2008

Birdman's Song

As I type, Charlie is singing an impromptu riff in the bathtub. It goes a little like this:

Mama is queen of the Congo
Hip Hip Hooray!
Happy Birthday to Meeeeeeeee!
Happy Magic to meeeeeeeeee!
And you are magic,
And you are magic,
Ooo eeee oooo eee ooo
Game over.

Monday, November 24, 2008


Charlie's 4th birthday party:

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Charlie's in his Superman costume, watching a documentary about the classic Superfriends cartoon series of the late 60's.

He sits rapt, beaming, while various experts of the comic world laud Superman. The greatest of the great.

Then the focus of the program moves to Batman and Robin. The commentators all agree that while Superman reigns supreme, "Batman and Robin have better costumes." Charlie is shocked. He looks down at his get-up, exclaiming,

"That's impossible! No one could ever beat me."

Upon further contemplation, he decides he'd make a better impression completely dressed. Hopping off the chair, he declares, "I better go put on my boots."

He walks out of the room, muttering to himself. "Great Scot! Where are my boots? Batman? Impossible!"

Monday, November 17, 2008

Super Everything

Many children have an alter ego. Or two. Charlie, on the other hand, has--wait, how many people are there in the world? (Don't forget to include imaginary characters.)

"I'm Superman! No, I'm Plasticman! I'm Wonder Woman! I'm Santa Claus! I'm Superchicken!"

A typical conversation:
"Charlie, would you like some bubble bath?"
"I'm Becky."
"Becky, would you like some bubble bath?"
"I'm a baby."
"Are you baby Charlie or baby Becky?"
"I'm baby Superman."
"Baby Superman, would you like some bubble bath?"
"Oh yes, please. Baby Superman loves bubble bath."

On one hand, it can be a little difficult to keep current. On the other hand, I don't think the kid has ever been bored in his life.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Pieces of Halloween


Saturday, November 1, 2008


Look in the dictionary under "extrovert", and there's a picture of our Charlie.

Our trick-or-treating expedition started with a block-and-a-half run, full tilt down the hill towards a house with huge, lighted displays. "I must get there fast!" puffed Superman-encostumed Charlie, as we jogged along after him. "I'm the fastest! Nobody will get there before me!" Assurances that the display and candy would be there for hours fell on deaf ears.

Just as we reached the house, another kid walked up in a Spiderman costume. The boys went up to the door together. Spiderman put his hand on the doorknob. "Not so fast, Spiderman!" Charlie boomed in his Superman-iest voice. The other kid, twice Charlie's age, shrank back. As we left, a kid in a Batman costume happened along, "Hello, Superman!" yelled Batman. "Why hello, Batman!" responded Charlie. "We're friends in the league of justice!"

At every house, Charlie met people with delight. "Trick or treat! What are you watching on TV? Can I pet your cat? What's back there? Can I have two of these? This one is my favorite." In between houses, he ran, yelling, "I aaaammmmmm SUUUUUPERMAAAAAAAN! I'm the strongest!" until finally he stumbled to a walk, and then announced, "Superman is tired. Superman wants his mommy to carry him." Which I did, back home to inspect the haul and then drift off,full and content.

This morning his eyes popped open at six o'clock. "Is Halloween over? Yes? Awwwwww. How long until Easter?"