Back in Town

On Sunday when Puck found a large black fabric lampshade Carrie-Bri was donating to Ditto, he claimed it first and stuck it snugly on his head. He was practically inspired.

“Can I be a lamp for Halloween?” he asked us on the drive home. “A toxic lamp.”

“Or you could just be a dad embarrassing his kids at a party,” Oxbear suggested.

Puck looked puzzled. “How? I would have a lamp on me.”

Today, Oxbear texted me the prime choice of conversation on the drive to school.

Puck: “You know Mr. V, Dad? Well, you’re like Mario and he’s like Luigi.”

Oxbear: “How so?”

Puck: “Well, he’s taller than you.”

It was Opening Day. Recorded another podcast with Carrie before joining her and Mom on a brief trip to Florissant where Carrie gave Grandma a hair trim.

Donut holes on the way home since Carrie quit her bison-meat blood-type-diet, citing it as a complete dud.

Collecting Puck from school and a pile of achievement testing…

“So what did you test on today, bud?”

“Bacon and eggs!”

…I switched on the crackly game for the drive home, catching Matt Holliday’s walk in the 1st just after pulling into the driveway.

In the end, not… too… pretty. My theory is they get so hopped up on the adrenaline of Clydesdales and red jackets that they forget how to play the game. Just a tiny bit, but enough to lose a sizable handful of Home Openers in the last decade.

Puck ran outside to play with about a dozen of the neighborhood gang after dinner. Later while I checked his dental hygiene before bed…

“Hey, Mom, I … uh …” he looked at Oxbear out of the corner of his eye, “it’ll probably not make Dad too happy, but one of the kids out there said you were cute.”

“Oh, yeah? Hear that, Pops? You’re in competition with a seven year-old.”

“He wasn’t seven, Mom! He’s, like, a SEVENTH GRADER!”

Cardinals: L 4 – 5; (vs. Brewers) -1.5