Two Moments From Charlie
Our bedroom sits perpendicular to the kitchen with a patio in between. Therefore if you are looking out the doors to the patio from our bedroom you can see into the kitchen, though you can't really do the opposite because the way our house faces the light generally creates too much of a reflection in the bedroom window.
Yesterday morning at about 5:30am I heard charlie get up and go into the bathroom. I'd already been awake for twenty minutes or so and was surfing the net and reading blogs and whatever. About fifteen minutes after I hear him get up I notice that there's a weird light coming in the space between the shades on our patio doors. Sometimes our neighbor leaves an ugly orange security light on all night by accident, but this was different, and I hadn't noticed it before that moment, whereas the security light is like that episode of Seinfeld where Kenny Rogers Chicken Roasters puts a sign across from Kramer that turns his whole apartment martian red.
I peak out the window and notice the kitchen lights are on. This is the moment I've been dreading for sometime, the moment Charlie realizes that he can venture forth and explore if mom and dad are still asleep. I grab my flashlight and head out to the kitchen. As I approach I hear the tell-tale sound of a chair being scraped across the tile floor. I turn the corner into the kitchen and immediately see that the fridge door is open. Charlie is behind the door and all I can see is the chair disappearing behind it as well. I look around and see charlie standing there, sleepy and innocent.
"What are you doing?" I ask, then I notice a popsicle in his hand (a blue pedialite popsicle similar to an Otter Pop).
"I wanted to put this in my lunch," he says. I look in the fridge and see his lunch carrier on the top shelf. I tried to explain that A) Waldorf doesn't really want you packing sweets for the kids, or anything else that will cause envy (like a bag of doritos)
and B) That a popsicle isn't something you take to school because it will melt.
Still, I thought it was hilarious that he was going to all this effort to put a popsicle in his lunch. I would have loved to have just woken up and found a popsicle sticking out of his bag without knowing how it got there.
PART 2
Later that morning, not by much, maybe a half hour, I was making breakfast and Julia was in Elliot's room feeding him when I heard Charlie call out, "dad! Could you help me button these?"
I said, "Sure," and went to help. I found him standing in the hallway struggling to button his jeans. I bent down and pulled but found them really really tight, tighter than thought they'd be. For a second I thought maybe he'd been eating too many sweets because of Halloween and all the birthday parts that occur in Oct./Nov. I started to tell him that he needed to find another pair of pants when I realized that he was wearing another pair of jeans under the pair we were trying to button. I laughed and said, "Charlie, you're already wearing jeans." And he said, "I know, but I wanted to wear two shirts and two pants."
Yesterday morning at about 5:30am I heard charlie get up and go into the bathroom. I'd already been awake for twenty minutes or so and was surfing the net and reading blogs and whatever. About fifteen minutes after I hear him get up I notice that there's a weird light coming in the space between the shades on our patio doors. Sometimes our neighbor leaves an ugly orange security light on all night by accident, but this was different, and I hadn't noticed it before that moment, whereas the security light is like that episode of Seinfeld where Kenny Rogers Chicken Roasters puts a sign across from Kramer that turns his whole apartment martian red.
I peak out the window and notice the kitchen lights are on. This is the moment I've been dreading for sometime, the moment Charlie realizes that he can venture forth and explore if mom and dad are still asleep. I grab my flashlight and head out to the kitchen. As I approach I hear the tell-tale sound of a chair being scraped across the tile floor. I turn the corner into the kitchen and immediately see that the fridge door is open. Charlie is behind the door and all I can see is the chair disappearing behind it as well. I look around and see charlie standing there, sleepy and innocent.
"What are you doing?" I ask, then I notice a popsicle in his hand (a blue pedialite popsicle similar to an Otter Pop).
"I wanted to put this in my lunch," he says. I look in the fridge and see his lunch carrier on the top shelf. I tried to explain that A) Waldorf doesn't really want you packing sweets for the kids, or anything else that will cause envy (like a bag of doritos)
and B) That a popsicle isn't something you take to school because it will melt.
Still, I thought it was hilarious that he was going to all this effort to put a popsicle in his lunch. I would have loved to have just woken up and found a popsicle sticking out of his bag without knowing how it got there.
PART 2
Later that morning, not by much, maybe a half hour, I was making breakfast and Julia was in Elliot's room feeding him when I heard Charlie call out, "dad! Could you help me button these?"
I said, "Sure," and went to help. I found him standing in the hallway struggling to button his jeans. I bent down and pulled but found them really really tight, tighter than thought they'd be. For a second I thought maybe he'd been eating too many sweets because of Halloween and all the birthday parts that occur in Oct./Nov. I started to tell him that he needed to find another pair of pants when I realized that he was wearing another pair of jeans under the pair we were trying to button. I laughed and said, "Charlie, you're already wearing jeans." And he said, "I know, but I wanted to wear two shirts and two pants."
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