Loco-Charley

Lest you think that I gave Charley away after that last post, here is an entry dedicated to Charley and his one true love: trains.

The local train club set up a demo at the library last week and, as you can imagine, Charley was enthusiastic.  Like twitchy, vibrating enthusiastic.  It's quite scary, really.

 "Hmmm... Yes.  I see what you're saying, wise sir".

 I'm not exaggerating to say that there isn't a human on earth who make him this gleeful.  He was over the moon happy.  I guess I should just accept that he'll be living in my basement painting tiny trees and boxcars forever.

Lost in the meditation of circling trains.

We were at a party last night, and there were about 15 kids there.  14 of them were running around playing hide and seek, and my unique 1 was sitting in a Harry Potter-closet under the stairs playing Mouse Trap by himself.  When I asked him if he needed anything he said "No mom, but thanks so much for asking".  

Then he said "could you close the door so that none of the other kids will come in here".

Oh, Charley.