Life with Charley

Here's a snapshot of life with Charley.  He's not the easiest kid in the world (understatement!), but his uniqueness makes moments like this happen.

We were upstairs on the third floor for bathtime (y'know... because it's still the only working shower in our never-ending reno).  The upper level of our house is in the mansard roof, so about 4 feet off the floor the wall starts to slant inward, following the curve of the roof line.  So, all the outer walls are kind of 'cut' into two pieces; the upper and the lower sections.

So, here I am trying to get the boys into the shower in a timely way and Charley begins with the 'Mommy? Mommy?  Mommy?' routine.  I figure between the two of them, I'm asked about 789 questions a day.  After 30 seconds of calling me, I finally turn to him and say "What, Charley?!!"

"Why is this room a pentagon?" 

I start to ask him what the hell he's talking about, and then I realize that with the extra 'break' in the wall, it is a 5 sided space.

It's really something living with someone who sees the world in shape and structure, remembers everything and soaks in new information like a sponge.  It's also quite something for that same person to make declarations like "I don't want to go to school with children anymore".  (Note: italics used to denote scathing tone). 

My job, as mom to this unique creature, is to get him to the point in life where he no longer needs to deal with us irritating humans.  Perhaps, as an adult, he'll have a posse of robots for company and they'll cure the ailments of the world?

Could happen.