53 : And Yet More Paint & Water

Since spending so much time in the water this week, Puck had adopted the controversial fashion statement of wearing no shirt. Just a pair of shorts, barefoot.

“I’M CAPTAIN SHORTS!” he announced to the world, preparing to once again charge out into the sun.

Yali – who was having a difficult morning in general – followed him into the mailbox sprinkler once again. Two minutes later, he walked back up the driveway, fresh tears spilling over his little brown face.

“MOM!” Puck shouted to me, belly-down on the street again, “HE’S JUST CRYING BECAUSE I TOLD HIM NOT TO DRINK THE WATER OFF THE STREET!”

Improvement. Yesterday, Puck had no qualms joining him in that particular adventure.

 

In the afternoon, reinforcements arrived – Mom and Carrie-Bri on paint brush, Francis on baby-sitting detail. He filled his truck bed with hose water for a makeshift swimming pool which kept them occupied until the paint dried.

 

Post dinner. Puck sat at the table in his jams. He was busy looking through his wallet.

“Hey, Mom?”

“Yup?”

“You know how I keep my wallet safe at night?”

“How?”

“I tuck my shirt into my pants and put the wallet down my shirt.”

“And that’s not uncomfortable for you?”

He just grinned. “Nope!”

 

Another terrible movie night kicked off with Elmer’s recommendation of “Jerusalem Countdown”. The primary villain of this rapture/end-of-days flick, walked across the screen and stared menacingly at the camera.

“Hey, he’s wearing a ring,” Thunderbird pointed out. “Bad guys aren’t married!”

Rose had an explanation prepared for him. “It’s okay. He’s married to hate.”

 

Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:

“Um, probably a Youtuber, or a computer game designer… or a scientist… or anything of that stuff.

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