Texts from my wife about my three-year-old son, Charlie:
Driving through Starbucks. Clara wants a water. I ask Charlie if he wants one, too. He says, “How about no? How about a Dunkin’ Donut?”
Charlie woke up early because he pooped. When I went into his room, he said, “I pooped. Will you change my diaper and then take care of me in your bed?”
So cute. I was hoping he’d get into bed, cuddle, and maybe nap, but nooo. He was wide awake by then! Now he’s chasing Owen around with a Lego saying, “Here kitty kitty kitty!”
