Charles’ mind apparently is a big soup of various memes which then randomly coalesce in to actual thoughts. The following tale is a case in point.
Last night Mom popped out to WalMart to pick up some groceries, leaving me with Corwin and Alice. Of course, Charles got a new truck but he fell asleep on the way home. Since it was past his bed time, Mom just popped him in to his bed.
Charles got up early this morning and played around for a while. Eventually he decided to watch some Bob the Builder. I set him up and he watched it for a bit until he suddenly broke down in tears for no apparent reason. He started calling “my truck” but I couldn’t understand what he meant because he had his silver truck right there. I finally convinced Charles that he could go get his truck instead of just crying on the sofa, so off we went on a search of the house. I have no idea which of the 3,427 trucks he wants so I ask him what color it is and he replies “green”. We look a bit more without success so I ask Mom about the green truck, at which point she lets me in on the fact that Charles got a new truck last night and it’s probably in his room. Armed with the knowledge that the truck is still in its packaging, I was able to quickly retrieve it from the boy room.
I snuck the box down behind me and then “found it” in Charles’ ear (he was coming the steps in slow motion because he was driving the silver truck on the stairs instead of the banister). The effect was somewhat ruined by Corwin shouting “it wasn’t in his ear - you had it hidden behind you!”.
Charles was very happy with his new truck, solving the crisis until the next time his thoughts go together.