One of the three year old girls in Charlie's class thinks that our little guy is the bee's knees. Over the weekend she told her five-year old brother, "I want to know where Charlie is. I haven't seen him in a long time." Her brother had a great solution - call 911. Their unsuspecting mom walked in while they were explaining the situation to the dispatcher.
As for me - I've got it made. Charlie recently told me that he loves me more than the hissing cockroaches of Madagascar - and he really loves those.