Are you a Tuna Salad?

It was time for Puck’s two year-old check up. And he was not happy about it. He cried during the entire visit, for no apparent reason. But the tears ended almost as soon as he was allowed to leave the room.
“Tank you!” Puck cried to Dr. Box, tears still running down his face. “Bye bye.”
He was a healthy and weighed a hefty 30 pounds and 15 and a half ounces. He was still in the 99th percentile on his head size, however.
“So basically he’s still a fat baby with a big head,” Carrie summarized.
Meanwhile, Linnea was at SAT testing at church. Carrie was cranking out another calculus review after a half hour of sleep the night before. And Francis had come down with a sort of cold, which was remedied with “Gilligan’s Island”.
“Come here, chubby,” Carrie called to the Puckster.
She had a bright green hair tie in her hand which she wrapped around a shock of his blond hair.
“There,” she said to him. “Go show Grandma.”
Puck very proudly marched into the other room with a big grin on his face. The pony tail was sticking straight out of the top of his head like a fountain.
“You look like a birthday candle,” Mom said, laughing.
Then, Carrie further distracted herself from the calculus text while reviewing all the Doctor Who characters with Puck.
“Rose,” Puck said, pointing to Doctor Who’s companion.
Although it came out more like “Row-j”.
“Daleks! Doctor Who! Bad kitty! Cybermen! Tardish! (Tardis),” he continued.
Before leaving that late afternoon, Collette taped a picture of the Tardis on the back headrest of the car’s pilot seat so that Puck could watch one of his new favorite things on the ride home.
“Aunt Onion” came out to see the chubby before leaving work.
“Hi!” she said. “Are you a big baby?”
“No?” said Puck.
“Are you a tuna salad?”
“No?”
“Are you a… big old grumpy fish?”
“No?”
“Are you… Africa?”
“Africa, no?”
“Are you… an eyeball?”
“No?”
“Are you a stink bomb?”
“Stink bomb!”
And that seemed to settle it.
Puck stormed into the kitchen for his dinner of OLeif-crafted fried chicken and orange pepper. He flew into his high chair, but found that the wheels were moving too much for him to climb easily into the seat. So he got back down and pressed down all the breaks on the wheels before returning. He was taking after his dad, figuring out how things worked.
The wind was startling that evening as Collette took her walk around the neighborhood almost blowing her over in the light of the setting sun and red buds. It was beautiful.