Charlie stories...

[charliesmum]

Back in April I signed Charlie up for a summer Karate program that starts on June 25th.

For the last couple of months, Charlie has been telling everyone that he starts Karate on the 7th of June. He would frequently tell me and anyone who would listen, "I can't wait to start my Karate on June 7th!" In vain did I tell him it was actually the 25th, he would insist that he was starting Karate on June 7th.

I realised that he would be dreadfully disappointed if he didn't start karate on June 7th, when I noticed on his magnetic calendar (you know, the one with the little magnetic pieces? It looks like this) he put the magnet that said 'martial arts' on June 7th.

He can be a very determined little boy.

Fortuntely the school that was doing the summer course actually has a class this evening, and the nice Sensei said I can bring Charlie in, and we'll figure out the payment etc later.

So Charlie is starting Karate on June 7th.

Last night Charlie answered the phone, which he doesn't often do (I thought my husband was getting it, he thought I was) and proceeded to talk the ear off this poor man who was just calling to find out about our credit card payment. This, pretty much, was how the conversation went:

Charlie: Hi. This is the *our last name*.
Bill Collector Guy: (probably) Can I talk to..."
My name is Charlie. C-H-A-R-L-I-E. What's your name?

Bill Collector Guy: Warren

Charlie: My daddy's name is Kris. My mommy's name is Carol.

Bill Collector Guy: (again, probably) Can I speak to your mommy?

Charlie: (emphatically): She's busy! (I, er, was playing Scrabble on the computer)

I finally realised I should stop laughing at the conversation and take the phone. The man was very kind.

The funny thing is, Charlie is just not a phone talker. I can't get him to talk to my mom when she calls, but some poor random guy, he won't shut up!

Comments

[zambonigirl.livejournal.com]

I would be first in line to buy it if you market it! Too cute!