Conversations with Charlie -or- hitting our stride with 3-year-old logic

• He doesn’t go to school, and there is no context.  He made this statement out of the blue while I was folding the laundry:  “Mama, I jus’ don’t have time to go to space, because I left my backpack at school. Yeah, it’s so sad.”
• Charlie:  “Mama, I think Batman is good at banging down bad guys, but God is good at banging down monsters.”
  Mama:  “God is strong enough to take care of the bad guys too, honey.   God is real and Batman is part of a world that is a story, it is not real.” 
  Charlie:  “But I want to go there!”
• “Sometimes when you take a bite of rice and you cough real rough, your rice comes out.”
• Charlie: “I like me winning!”
  Alaythia:  “I like you winning, too.”
• Explaining to me about gagging on a bite of avocado, which he recently decided he doesn’t like: “When my throat wrinkles, that means it’s yucky.”
• Church:  pronounced “choach”
• “I wish that he was real. Superman.  So that I could ride on his back!”
• While holding his roll at dinner, and talking to us in a squeaky, high-pitched voice: “Hey, I’m hewpin’ the bread talk. Cuz the bread don’t know how to talk.  It’s a baby bread, so it doesn’t know how to talk.”
• Charlie, suddenly looking intently at the navy blue socks I’m putting on his feet: “Mama, are these Batman socks?”
  Mama: “I don’t know, Charlie.  We’d have to research that.  I don’t know if anyone has ever seen Batman’s socks.  I don’t know what they look like.”"
  Charlie: “Maybe us two, just you (pointing) and me, and not Wendy (pointing to her where she is foraging for crumbs under the dining table nearby, looking for all the world like a duck with its bum up in the air) maybe we could go to the world where Batman lives and we would see him and I would tell him to take off his boots and we could see his socks! Then we could talk to him about his Batman socks.  Yeah! That would be a good idea!!!!”
• A silly rhythm rhyming game has been going on for a few minutes.  Charlie has just got the hang of it and is starting to participate.  Then,
  Dada: “123 pot!”
  Mama: “123 rot!”
  Charlie: “123 this game is DONE!”
• Charlie at dinner, changing the subject after I asked him to eat his green beans:  “Daddy are you strong enough to bang a troll down with your glasses on?
  Daddy: “I don’t know, I’ve never fought a troll before.”
  Charlie: Maybe when I’m older we can bang down a troll togeddew.  Just the two of us.
  Daddy:  Maybe we could, if it was a mean troll.  What if it was a nice troll?  Maybe we could be it’s friend instead? We could invite it to dinner to eat green beans with us.
  Charlie: I’m not so ascared of trolls this day.  I’m still not strong enough.  But if it’s a nice troll we will talk to it and be nice to him.  But we won’t invite a mean troll to have supper with us.  [Turning suddenly to Wendy, who is scavenging for green bean scraps on her tray and paying absolutely no attention] I’m tellin a little troll story that had a little Billy goat that was not mean.  But I am not a Billy goat. I am a child.  So I like to eat lots of different things.  [listing now in a sing-song voice] Carrots…beef… noodles…[looking around, noticing his bowl, a moment of silence]…but NOT green beans.”
• Mama: “Charlie, why did you choose to spill those Cheerios and milk on the floor?”
  Charlie, cheerfully, while watching me wipe up the mess: “I just had the idea in my body to spill the cheerios and milk there and then we could take a cloth and wipe them up!”
  Mama: “I have an idea in my body.”
  Charlie: “What?”
  Mama: “This is my idea.  I think you should lean your chin over your bowl, like you know how to do, so that it doesn’t spill on the floor!”
  Charlie, shaking his head sadly: “But Mama, my mouth is just toooooo big for the bowl.”