I took the boys outside this weekend (yes, actually outside of the house. It was Mom’s idea). There was still one pile of snow left, so Corwin and I grabbed some to throw snowballs around. Charles saw this and called out, in his serious voice, “How many times I tell you no throwing!”. Charles repeated this a couple of times, and re-iterated it at several of the subsequent snowball exchanges. He also used a variant of the phrase to indicate that I shouldn’t be in the street, although he admitted I could be in the dead-end street. I’m not quite sure where he got this, as that’s not something Mom or I say. It’s good to know that Charles is looking out for us.