When Chaz was very young he asked lots of question, like any young kid. The thing was that he had a habit of asking questions, the answers to which were not only blatantly obvious, but things that you knew he knew. If you were standing by the stove at 5PM over a steaming pot of boiling water, holding two open boxes of spaghetti and were about to dump them in, little Charlie would walk in the room and ask: "What are you making for dinner?" If we drove by a burning building and there were a bunch of guys there in fireman suits spraying water into the building, he would ask: "What are those guys doing?" These got to be so common, that they came to be referred to as "Charlie Questions" around here, and were the source of many, many laughs.
I was reminded of this the other day. Chaz and I were in the process of assembling the upper bed frame on Tessa's bunk bed. Chaz was doing most of the lifting and holding while I installed and tightened the various bits of hardware. As we worked, Teddy walked into the room and said, "Ummm, what are you guys doing?" Charlie looked at him and said "What is that, a Charlie Question?"
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