Me: What do you want for your birthday dinner, Charlie?
Charlie: Suitcase.
Me: What?
Charlie: A suitcase. With no beans.
Me: Uh...do you mean a quesadilla?
Charlie: Yeah.
After I tripped over Charlie's little suitcase that was in the middle of the kitchen, Ellie said "you should pick that up, Mommy." So helpful.
When Charlie came in while I was talking to Gaga on the phone...
Me: Do you know who I'm talking to, Charlie?
Charlie: Yeah.
Me: Who?
Charlie: Me.
Charlie: "I'm handsome, Mommy."
Me: "You are handsome!"
Charlie: "I'm handsomer than Daddy."
Oh if only we were all so confident!
