Chuck D & Mr. T

Today I told Charlie that at Passover tonight if he found the Afikomen he would get a prize. He replied “Prize mean?” Such a clear and concise question for such a small person.

Driving through Rock Creek Park on the way home from Runnymede last night Charlie said “Scary monster. No scary hiding in woods hiding in trees. Monster no eat li’lle boy. Eat food.” Where did he get the idea that monsters would eat little boys? I replied that of course there were no scary monsters hiding, if there were any they were nice and that they would not eat little boys. So C said “Charlie big chef cooks dinner monsters. Li’lle baby monster eat kiwi. Big monster eat salad. Love kiwi. Hi monster! Monster scared Daddy.”

Three bears sitting in chairs.

Daniel. Cousin. 1 year.

Son and godson.

Everyone wore green on St. Patrick’s Day. Two of us got books on Ireland. One of the books was about a giant potato and made of cardboard.

T eats. Sometimes. Pictured, first piece of bread.

Charlie cannot get enough circus. Love the horses, not so hot on the clowns. Keeps reading the program over and over. Teddy. Loves the carpet floor of the box.