Charlie turned 13 this month, and right on cue he's growing up. Most noticeably, his voice is dropping. I entered the house a couple of weeks ago and was greeted with, "Mom! Bad news!!" I asked what was wrong, and Charlie informed me, "I can't do Michael Jackson's hee-hee anymore!"
He celebrated with a "Poker" Party out in our new (unfinished) tree house. We were able to get it warm enough with a space heater that the boys were comfortable. I believe they ended up playing Slap-Jack, but either way, they had fun.
And lastly, here are are few quotes:
Charlie: Ha! I beat the system: I've never been rejected by a girl because I've never asked a girl out.
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Olivia: Mom! How do you spell "Uz"?
Me: What?
Olivia: Uz.
Me: Uz?
Olivia: Yeah.
Me: Use it in a sentence.
Olivia: OliviA'S.
