...high-fiving and pretty pleased with himself after chugging an entire eight ounces in record time.
And played. I should've known that little smirk-y smile (at about 12:30) meant "I'm not really gonna sleep for the rest of the day!" So we played some more.
And then it stormed. Charlie was delighted - for about five minutes - with the windows and the shutters and the raindrops.
Long-time readers might recall that Holly hates storms; and even newer readers probably know that Charlie and Holly don't exactly play well together. It was a busy afternoon. and of course the rain meant an extra-long commute home for Katie. One silver lining is that Marc had an hour with Charlie when he got home. They had a ball together. I couldn't even complain when the TV came on.
...but all that fun means my weekend post is going to be late. tomorrow. I promise.