This morning, as I was about to set Charlie's morning meal on his tray, he looks at me and says "Peeeeeeeezzzzz?"!!!
Bless your heart, Charlie Barton.
This is good, and bad. Good because manners are a very important part of Charlie's day at the Stringer Center (which means we are getting our money's worth), but bad in that if he used that "peeeez" stuff on me, I will likely give him anything he asks for because it is so unbelievably cute when you hear it said in his tiny little voice. Needless to say, Charlie ate 9 (mini) pancakes for breakfast because he kept using his new word, and ok, because I kept wanting to hear it. I'll start practicing restraint tomorrow. Promise.
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