There he is, asking me to open the door and let him in. Anytime I'm at my computer and Charlie is on the patio with the door closed, he stands on a chair and gives me that look, "Hey, Dad, I'm out here all by myself and I want to come in." So I go to the door and open it and he just looks at me but will NOT come in. We play that game four or five times and then he'll relent and trot in. "Ha ha, Dad, gotcha again."
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