Nothing exciting except for Charlie's first attempted crime.
There was an incident two weeks ago when Charlie and I went to the local post office. We waited in line for a very long time behind an older woman who seemed a little quirky but otherwise OK, and ended up assisting with her attempted break-in to another vehicle.
We spoke with the woman for approximately 5-10 minutes while we were waiting in line and I should have known that something was off when the woman reached the front of the line, didn't seem to have a question and promptly left the post office. Charlie Boy and I purchased our stamps and headed out to the parking lot to find the lady standing at a vehicle next to our vehicle. The lady (potential thief) looked exasperated and asked if I could help her try to get into her vehicle. Of course we could! We would love too! Where are your keys?
Anywho, Charlie and I go over to assist the potential thief and I start to feel like something was weird because the interior of the vehicle contained items that I would place with someone in their 30s or 40s, not 70s. But the lady was still so nice and kept telling me how Charlie looked just like her son when he was a boy that I didn't question her. About two minutes into this escapade, another customer left the post office, headed to the vehicle where we were loitering and trying to insert the "keys", gave us a dirty look and got in the vehicle and drove off. What? Did Charlie and I just spend the last few minutes trying to open the car doors for a woman that had no business being inside the car? Just as I was about to ask if the woman needed to be returned to a nursing home or other "monitored" facility, a younger male (her son I presume) appeared and ushered her away. I was so speechless that I didn't get a chance to explain the situation, introduce myself or say goodbye to our new friend. I'm very happy that I did not call AAA on this woman's behalf and that her son appeared to return her to wherever she lives. On the flip side, I'm a little distraught that I was so easily convinced to help someone attempt to commit a crime in the broad daylight. I called Charlie "juvie" for the rest of the day and will have to remind him of his dance on the brink of a life in crime for a long time.
Otherwise, Charlie is usually on his trike when we are outside or on his "bike" when we are in the house. Here he is annoyed that I was snapping pictures.
We have some window Halloween decorations and for some odd reason, Charlie will pull one off of the patio door, set it on the seat of his bike, do a lap around the living room and exchange the decoration for another one. In this picture you can see the pumpkin decoration set on his bike seat. Like I said, a little odd.
Practicing his senior picture pose...
Having fun with BJ on the couch, but reaching out for his "mama" when BJ finally tackles him. It is all fun and games until you need your "mama" to come and save you.
Following the bike and wrestling adventures on this particular night, I was filling the tub with Charlie's help (he usually throws in the washcloth and squirts a couple of drops of bubble bath) when I turned around for a second and saw that Charlie climbed into the tub with all of his clothes on. Instead of helping him out like a good mom, I grabbed the camera and caught some of the action.
Trying to climb out without me noticing that he climbed in.
Seeing me see him in the tub, fully clothed. This is his "oh shoot, I might be in trouble" look.
This is his "we're all good look" - she is using the camera so it can't be that bad.
We hope that you all had a great week, that you didn't commit any crimes and that you remembered to disrobe before taking a bath.