A Hike

Puck started his morning with a continued snack of cheese popcorn in a bowl. He then began distributing pieces to his mom and aunts, one piece at a time.
“It’s good for you,” he said. “Put it in your mouth. It’s good for you.”
Then he rolled over on his tummy on the ground so that he could be ‘Sun’s pillow’ again.

Around ten o’clock, Collette and Carrie-Bri met Grewe and her black dog at the Lewis and Clark Trail for a five-mile hike with a couple of bottles of pineapple-orange juice.
There were various discussions about plush sushi and tan-tan sleeping bags from Think Geek, aliens, foreign weapons, books, horseback riding, archaeology, etc. Then Carrie referenced Grewe as having once been a ‘star in the sky’.
“Actually, you probably would have been a black hole,” she joked. “Come to destroy the world. And I’d have to say, ‘Not yet, Grewe!’”
“Yeah,” Grewe laughed. “I’d just destroy strategic parts of the world.”
“You’d be like, ‘Just France! Just France!’”
“And Russia, and Iraq, and Korea…”
It was a beautiful hike — deep gorges in the hills up on the bluffs under gray skies. And then the river, looking out further to the blue hills in the distance.

When they returned, Puck squealed a happy ‘Maaaaamaaaaaaa!’, just in time to be ready for his nap. He loved naps.
“Could I just eat one of your toes?” Carrie asked, pretending to nibble at them.
“No, Sun,” he said seriously. “They’re going night-night now.”
Once in his crib, he proceeded to do headstands for his own amusement.

That evening, after OLeif prepared a hearty dish of pasta, sauce, and chicken, he recapped his previous doctor’s appointment for Collette.
“Yeah, my doctor’s great. All he did was feel my arms and my stomach. Then he put the breather on my back…”
“The breather? You mean the stethoscope.”
“Whatever.”
“You’re doctor illiterate.”
“I’ve been to the doctor before. Twice. Since we were married.”
And he laughed.