Maybe

We’ve returned from our cross-country voyage intact, and as soon as we landed back in the boroughs Charlie began using some new words.

Now, he has mastered the power of uncertainty. Charlie’s every other answer is “maybe.”

It’s really adorable most of the time, like just now.

We read Green Eggs and Ham, along with many other books, after his nap this afternoon. Each time Sam-I-Am asked the cat if he wanted to try green eggs and ham, Charlie said, “Maybe!” He knows that the cat says no, no, no only to eventually say yes. So, yeah, that’s a maybe.

Also, today, when riding home on the bicycle, he asked if we could go see the “bunny-turtles” at the pet store. I said no. It was lunch time, and he was already getting punchy after our hour at the public pool.

“Maybe?” he asked.

I laughed. “No. Not right now.”

What power he has discovered, to no longer be trapped by yes or no. Now he can ‘not know’ or ‘wait and see’ or ‘think about the possibilities.’

Maybe is a whole new world.

It’s raining…in the bathroom

With all of our spring showers, Charlie finally knows what rain is.

It gets him wet, keeps us indoors, and forces us to use the “rain bubble”—our plastic stroller cover. (Though I think the cover is cool, Charlie doesn’t always care for it. “No raining! No raining!” he says. I tell him to talk that over with Mother Nature.)

But this morning, after a poop accident that smeared yuck all over Charlie’s lower half, I turned on the shower for him.

“Mama!” he called, pointing at the water. “It’s raining!”