Charlie: A zombie is a creature without a brain that still walks around. We think of them as humans, but any creature can have its brain eaten by zombies and become a zombie.

Except for--wait, what are those creatures that look like sea cactus, only they don't have any spines or bear any cactus fruit? They camouflage and can become any color when they wish to hde from predators?

Me: anemones?

Charlie: That is cowwect. Ana. Anana. An enomy cannot become a zombie because it does not have a brain! So how could a zombie eat its brain to also turn it into a zombie? So a zombie is a creature that used to have a brain that doesn't anymore but still walks around. 

Way to narrow your definition down to something more accurate, chuckster. 

Now that's a visual image

Charlie excels in many areas. Keeping food in his stomach is not one of them. 

We've had everything checked out. It seems to be more of a sensory issue/gag reflex than anything more serious, and it's definitely not contagious. The problem is, though, that you can't always tell when it is contagious, except by the frequency patterns. 

So each barf has this little waiting period following it in which we try to determine what is to be done about it. 

So this morning, it happens again.  Dowlan takes the girls to church while I do laundry and keep an eye on him. I appreciate it happening on a non-work day, actually, but we are hosting a weekly church small group right now, one that hasn't actually met in three weeks due I other mishaps. It's a bit important to get a plan B established early on. 

So I am texting a friend this morning. It should read: Charlie threw up this morning. 

Only I thumb blundered and it autocorrected to: Charlie threw up this Mormon. 

And I suddenly imagine this little dude holding a stack of pamphlets free-falling out of Charlie's mouth, tie askew and limbs flailing. 

And I cannot stop laughing. 


Go Cheese!

The school I teach at (and Charlie attends) feeds into a high school whose mascot is the Chiefs. Today, the Chiefettes (cheerleaders) came and cheered at a pep rally at our school. 

On the way home, Charlie had many opinions about the cheerleaders. Most specifically, he was concerned about their choice of cheese as a mascot. Here are some of his reasons:

-cheese cannot 'go' anywhere, because it has no legs. Unless a mouse was carrying it--then it could go places until it got eaten. Still, this is not quite the same as the the cheese having legs of its own
-nobody doesn't like cheese, so it is hard for the other team to be against you. Even picky eaters can like cheese. Everyone has no reason to be angry at it. 
-how do you dress up for your team? 

Even after a point of clarification, the anti-cheese-mascot logic continued. 

-it is hard to have cheese in a parade
-cheese does not care about sports
-there are different kinds of cheese, and that could get confusing

I chose to not go into the whole Wisconsin thing.