Charlie: It's a submarine!
Charlie takes another bite and a corner of his toast tears.
Charlie: Now it's a flats boat. It has a flat tire!
Charlie and Mommy dissolve into laughter, then Charlie opens his sandwhich and starts licking off the peanutbutter.
Charlie: No more flat tire!
Mommy: Buddy, you are fabulous!
Charlie: I'm not fablus. (pause) I'm a pickle!
This kid could have his own show!