April 10

Collette had been cranking out the math problems with the boys.
Carrie was in the kitchen frying bacon wrapped hamburgers. Puck, who was peering at her over the edge of his port-a-crib, tried to snatch an onion off the counter.
“You don’t want that,” Carrie told him. “There’s already tears in your eyes. Look.”
She picked up the very potent onion and held it up to his nose. Puck scrunched his nose and covered his face with his fists. He slumped down beneath the edge of his crib.
“He’s hiding from it,” Carrie said, laughing.
Puck didn’t try to grab any more onions.
Outside, the wind roared. Rain fell. So much rain. Flash flood warnings had littered the news almost every other day for weeks.
“I’m squishing all the ants in my path,” said Rose.
She had been roller blading through the house most of the morning between bouncing Puck and reading The Odyssey.