Yesterday, as I was getting breakfast ready, my sweet little booshieman aka Kingston, walked over to the kitchen and told me in a slight panic that "Coltrane had touched Charlie" and he was concerned whether or not he would still have his magical powers. I just told him that I wasn't sure and we'll just have to see. I did not move Charlie all day until they were getting ready for their bath and moved him so that when they got out he would be in a different spot. Still dripping wet, their towels dropped as they jumped and squealed with excitement that Charlie had moved to the inside of a tissue box. Kingston said he was probably "so tired from being on the hard wood all day" (that would be a wall wine rack) :)
As they boys were eating their evening snack, Kingston wasn't really eating and was quieter than normal. He then said, "Soooo Mommy, actually it wasn't Coltrane who touched Charlie this morning. It was me. But it's okay, because he still has his powers". I did the head down, eye brows up, eyes looking straight at his sweet baby face and we both broke out into a fit of belly laughs. Meanwhile, Coltrane ate his snack and Kingstons.