Charles got me up in the morning so he could ride his bike. Alice was feeling cranky so I sent him out to do a short circut near the house. He was gone for a while until I got concerned and went out to look for him. It turns out that at one point along the sidewalk, branches from a tree hang low enough to get in Charles’ way. Charles’ response to this was to sit on his bike, in un-moving misery, until I came out to rescue him.
As I was hauling a sleeping Charles to bed, he woke up just enough to tell me, with great concern, “we are almost out of bunny!”.
Complaining to Charles about chewing his shirt has had an effect on him. When I refused to do something he wanted, he threatened to eat my shirt.