Things They Say: Hotel Edition (and also, Snow)

Pockets.

Charlie recently became very interested in pockets. The other day when I was taking him out of the car, he told me he was "all done" with his snack.

Charlie: I put it your pocket?
Mommy: No, you keep it.
Charlie (very, very charmingly): I put it your pocket?

I relented, because he was adorable. And he put it in what he deemed to be my best snack-sized pocket, by putting his snack cup down the front of my shirt.

On the phone.

Charlie likes to play on hotel phones (we unplug all the phones when we enter a hotel room).

Charlie pretend-talking on the phone to Daddy: "Helloooooh! Okay, have fun, Daddy! Okay, bye. Okay, bye."

And then to Caden, "Helllooooh, Caden! Have fun, hospital! (Their daddies both work at the hospital). Okay, bye. Bye bye, Daddy. Okay bye."

And then to Daddy, about Caden, "Hellooohhh. Caden my friend! Okay byebye! Say love you, Daddy! Say looooove you. Say looooove you. Goodbye!"

Hotels have the best toys.

Charlie found the clock radio in our hotel room and is dancing/drumming along to Nirvana's /Heart Shaped Box/. "It's man singing! Please dance!" he told me. And then, "I LIKE this one!"

Then he accidentally turned the radio off and said, "It need batteries."

Earlier he came out of the bathroom whimpering, hands and shirt covered in soap saying, "I want wash body!" Shirts are always in the way aren't they?

Snow.

It snowed on Friday, so I scooped Charlie up and took him to look at it through the front door.

Mommy: What do you see?!
Charlie (concerned): It's yucky!
M: It's not yucky, buddy, it's snow.
C (surveying the white ground suspiciously): It's messy snow.