Hi, everyone. It's Charlie. My dad let me be the guest blogger today. I know he's fond of making Top 10 lists, so I thought I'd take a shot at it. Since my experience is pretty limited--what the hell is SNL?--my topic is pretty broad: Charlie's Top 10 Favorite Things. Without further ado:
10. Bonk Jammies. For those of you who are unfamiliar, "bonk jammies" is what I say when I'm wearing my jammies--usually--and I fall down. Now, obviously, I don't like to actually bonk my jammies. However, when I say this, either Mom gives me three kisses or Dad does this funny thing with his lips, and I like those things. So it's a means to an end.
9. Almost! Dad and I play catch a lot, and while I'm quite a thrower, I'm not much of a catcher yet, so whenever the ball goes through my hands--which it does quite a lot--Dad says, "Almost!" And I like that. In fact, sometimes I say it even when I catch it. Dad thinks it's because I don't really know what it means, but the truth is, I just think it's a cool word. Almost! Hilarious.
8. Bubbles. Yes, there was a period there where I wasn't a big fan of baths. I don't know. You get all wet. It's cold when you get out. Not my cup of tea. But as of late, I'm really into them. I could sit in the tub all day. Just give me a cup, the Mr. Bubbles bottle, and a couple of those Crayola things that make the water all different colors, and I'm set.
7. Mana Milk. Who doesn't like milk? Seriously? Not sure why I throw the "mana" on the front end whenever I ask for it, but whatever. I still love me some milk.
6. Cracker Cheese. The origins of this one should be pretty clear. I like crackers and cheese, so I'd ask for it a lot. But last week, Mom and Dad and Aunt Stacy took me to this pizza place with a huge mouse and a bunch of games, and it turns out that the mouse's name is Cracker Cheese! Can you believe that? I thought it was so awesome that I pointed at him and yelled, "Cracker Cheese!" all night. Hold on a second. What's that, Dad? Chuck E. Cheese? You're pulling my leg. What kind of a name is that? Hmmm. I'll get back to you on this one.
5. Burger Fries. Have you ever been to McDonald's? You have to go! It's awesome. They have these cheeseburger things that look pretty nasty, but they taste awesome. And they have the best fries. Whenever we pass by one I start screaming, "Burger fries! Burger fries!" Mom doesn't always let me go, but Dad's pretty good about getting the message. But he should probably call it "McChicken Double-Cheeseburger Fries!" Just kidding, Dad.
4. Uncle Sam. God bless America. Kidding! I have an actual uncle named Sam, and man, he's terrific. He's pretty much the answer to any question Mom and Dad ask me. Who are you going to see at school today? Uncle Sam. Who's on the TV? Uncle Sam. Can you say, "I love you, Daddy"? I love you, Uncle Sam. I don't know why I do it. I just get bored answering the same questions all the time.
3. Bert, Ernie, Cookie, Elmo. Never mentioned individually--always as a group. Actually, I knew the characters before I even realized it was a show. Now I have videos and everything. If you aren't familiar with Sesame Street, I'd suggest that you check it out. You'd like it.
2. Bob, Larry, Nezzer, Junior, Show, Bat, Peas, Jimmy, Jerry. Naturally, the boys from VeggieTales were going to make an appearance on the list. (Incidentally, Show is Archibald Asparagus because he says "show" a lot in one episode, and Bat is the carrot that plays McPotipher because he looks like a carrot-shaped baseball bat that my buddy Carter has.) Nothing gets me dancing like the VeggieTales theme song. I've probably got a dozen of these videos, and again, I could watch them all day. And sometimes I leave the room and Mom and Dad just sit there, still watching them. A little childish, I think, but whatever.
1. Mommy and Daddy. Had to give a shout out to Mom and Pops. And I'm not just blowing smoke. Boy, you should see me cling to Mom for dear life when she says it's time to go "night night." And sometimes, if I feel like seeing Dad, but he's asleep, I'll just start screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" at 2 or 3 in the morning. And he always comes, eventually. Sometimes, if I didn't know any better, I'd think he was annoyed with me. But I do know better. He's my dad.
So there you go. That's what's taking up Charlie Baker's time so far in 2008. Hope you enjoyed my blog. I'm hoping that Dad will let me take over again sometime soon--I've got some thoughts on the primary elections. Until then, later gators!