Slowing it Down
Puck and I had another day at home – school break: Easter Monday – to hang around and be creative. Most of that creativity involved about a thousand small plastic bricks in about eight different colors scattered all over the kitchen table from sun up till after the dinner hour. The only item Puck was still adamant against storing in his Lego box was the occasional stray Megablocks.
“Are you sure you don’t want them?” I asked one more time, just to be sure.
“No,” he replied with certainty. “I don’t want Megablocks. I have no feelings for them.”
That settled that.
Windows open in the afternoon to stray early spring winds, passels of violets, clam gray skies. Rain was coming. Or so they said.
Crackers was even curious to join the great outdoors, poking her fuzzy head against the screen, taking up company with my sagging purple hyacinth and a half-wilted yellow pansy. Until we harnessed her up in that tomato red leash. Puck gently carried her outside to the street where she flattened her body against the pavement and army crawled into the yard. I think she lasted about ten minutes before we brought her back inside, snarling and snapping until the leash was removed. They certainly aren’t grateful creatures; I’ll give them that.
By the afternoon, Puck was ready to write his April book report about a peaceful bull in Madrid on half a cut of poster board with colored Sharpies, giggling to himself as he drew funny illustrations to accompany. I think he takes after his dad in the realm of art, at least.
Anyway, it was a slow day, but sometimes we like that. Puck never gets actually bored – even if he momentarily claims to from time to time – and by the end of the day there was a pretty complicated Lego-limo sitting on the table beside a plate of homemade cheeseburger and fresh strawberries.
After a weekend of stuffing himself with Easter chocolate, two late nights, and too much fun, Puck got tucked in half an hour early before switching back to the school routine.
And because there was no game on that night, I bought tickets for the next Cardinals charity event in June for Linnea-Irish and myself. Got to keep up with the calendar of events.
Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:
“A scientist. Every type.”