And ... Five
Puck carefully aimed his Nerf gun at Crackers, sitting behind a breakfast of strawberry yogurt and banana. “Put your hands up in the air, or less! … You’ve got one more chance!”
About an hour later, he had lost that breakfast all over the living room floor. Just when I thought we had passed … “THE DANGER ZONE” … picture that echoing through an evil scientist’s cave-lair while he cackles nastily behind a table of gurgling phosphorescent brews. Anyway, while Puck just stood there in his now clearly contaminated church clothes and cowboy boots, waiting for Bær to clean up the disaster area …
“Well, bud, let’s get you in your jams or something,” I told him.
“WHY?!”
“Well, honey, you can’t go to church.”
True alarm. “WHY NOT?!”
“You’re sick, man.”
“Well … can I watch Phineas and Ferb?”
Fifteen minutes later, Puck lolled lazily in bed, waiting for the distribution of “sicky” things …
“Mom! Can I please watch Phineas and Ferb now!”
“Wait, bud. Dad’s leaving for church. I’ll get it in a sec.”
“Okay … What’s for lunch?”
Honestly?
By the time lunch had actually arrived, Puck wanted to run around outside, despite the heavy sick-sleepy eyelids. I shut his curtains and prescribed a nap.
Relevance’s grandma had passed away Saturday evening at the age of 94. So while his parents made funeral preparations in Texas, all the South kids gathered at the Silverspoon’s where Bær spent part of the afternoon. Then he took the second shift for an afternoon of obvious Minecraft while I joined the kids at the house.
Mom and Dad walked in the door from dropping off Irish in Hannibal with the Pi family. So Mom, Carrie-Bri, Rose, and I chatted about all the problems of the world in our living room circle, including Rose’s dream of opening an avocado farm, while Francis napped on the couch and Dad ordered Cecil Whittaker’s and asked us to stop being weird.
Back home, Puck was crashing into seven o’clock, hard, begging more food but barely able to keep his eyes open. I guess those two Saltines and half a banana couldn’t make up the incredible 2,236 calories he should apparently be consuming, daily. Yes, I looked that up.