My little gremlin
Whenever I dreamed of my children ever since I was young, I dreamed of Charlie. It was like I had known him all along. Oddly it seems I even have hints of memories that never were. Charlie running down the stairs in his little boy underwear, terrorizing everything in his path. I see his round little face grrrrr'ing and flexing his non-existent muscles. He was my little gremlin.