C: Mom, can I get a Toyota? (Not sure what made him ask this question).
M: Maybe when you're older.
C: But I am older.
M: You have to be 16 to drive a car.
C: Ooooohhhhh, that's right. (Said like it's a fact he already knew but had forgotten).
"Mom, come here! I don't have diarrhea!"
Before drinking something, he says "Cheers!" and wants to clink glasses.
Sometimes he talks in monotone, like a robot.
A few weeks ago at the DMV we were sitting waiting for our number to be called. A very heavy man was sitting right behind us and Charlie said, "Mom, look at that man. He has big knees."
While waiting in another line at the post office there was a guy with very long hair two people in front of us. Charlie asked, "Mom, is that a guy or a girl?" When I didn't answer (I wasn't sure at first), he just asked again louder and repeated this a few times, each time turning up the volume.