A Meeting of Cousins

“MOM! MOOOOM!”

“What, hon?”

“IT’S MY VERY FIRST BLISTER!”

By the sound of this announcement, you’d think Puck had just won the Triple Crown. I joined him in the kitchen where he was admiring it. Considering it was his first, I’d say it could generously be classified as a whopper.

“How did I get it?” he asked, fascinated.

“Probably because you left your shoes untied at school yesterday,” Oxbear suggested.

In Puck’s mind, he’d just rather leave them untied, sticking the ends of the laces inside his shoes, than go to all that trouble.

On the way to the Silverspoon’s, Puck left the car to return a few books in the library drop-off. As he stepped out, Yali’s Baskin Robbins balloon willingly followed him, launched into robin’s egg blue sky. Yali waved it off, clearly unbothered.

“Let’s chase it!” Oxbear beckoned to Puck as he walked back to the car.

“OKAY!”

But the balloon was already lost somewhere in the great beyond.

“I guess we just littered,” Puck concluded.

When Yali and Elvis woke from their naps at the Silverspoon’s, it was time to play. Time to play very loudly. And indoors, because the heat index was inching towards – if not already reached – 100. Of course, about 90% of that noise was coming from the older brother/cousin – Puck – who could easily drown out a foghorn with half a lung, let alone two.

The first face-to-face introduction between these two toddlers elicited mostly indifferent looks, but what can you expect from two year-olds? Puck and Izzy kept them pretty busy with a variety of floor show/wrestling entertainment, involving a blanket, a large cardboard box, and Bananagrams tiles with Kitty. They would reunite later that long weekend from more cousin time.

There was also pizza.

CARDINALS:

6.5 games up on Pittsburgh: 87 and 48; 27 games remaining.

Magic Number: 22.