Joseph: Elyse, don't look now but it's Charlie. Like, you know, "Charlie Bit Me", Charlie? Right behind us.
Me: How do you know, Joseph?
Joseph: Cause his name is Charlie and his brother has an accent.
I turn around to look and see two very American boys squabbling on the chair behind us.
Me: That is not them.
Joseph: Yes it is.
Me: Okay, ask for their autographs.
Me: Well, they don't have accents.
Joseph: They sound like they COULD have had accents. People loose their accents. I'm TELLING YOU. IT'S CHARLIE!
By this point we were pretty loud and Charlie, the rambunctious 3 year-old turns around to see who's talking about him. I pointed to Joseph and said "Charlie bit him." I have never felt so inadequate in front of a 3 and 7 year old. They looked at us like we were special, therefore proving they were not who we had presumed. Classy, Dials, real classy.