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As soon as Puck walked through the front door of the Big House that morning, I could see he already had plans. It was probably ten minutes later that he emerged from the kitchen with a tall cup of concoction that I was pretty sure wasn’t drinkable.
“It’s poison,” he explained to Mom. “It might be a new type of soap, too.”
Tin foil, wheat grass, hand soap, dish soap, etc. Not a far cry from the solutions he dreamed up years ago as a tyke.
Later in the morning while I edited Cardgals Podcast Episode 59, Carrie-Bri was discussing life with Puck in the living room.
“So, Puck, when Yali’s your age and you’re a teenager and some bully comes along and says to him, ‘Get out of my way, shrimp!’, what are you going to do about that? Clobber him?”
“No.”
“Why not? I say clobber him. Hash tag ‘good idea’.”
“Uh, hash tag ‘not a good idea’. Hash tag ‘I don’t want to get in trouble’. Hash tag ‘I don’t want to lose Minecraft’.”
Minecraft over the dignity of his little brother. Plus, I’m about 110% positive he has no idea what a hash tag is.
Later, Carrie engaged him in other conversation when Puck mentioned something about the end of the world.
“Well, we could survive it underground,” she suggested. “There would be water and mushrooms, and maybe goldfish. And, when we came back up, we could rule the world. I would call our new country the Kissing Kingdom.”
Puck was too interested in the concept to elicit an “Eew!”. “But, Sun, we couldn’t survive. There would be no trees. They produce air. And you would need loads of water.”
Meanwhile, Yali continued to admire himself in the mirrors around the house. Linnea spent part of her morning helping him try on various Cardinals hats, which pleased the little man very much. He must be about the vainest baby I’ve ever met.
“Francis used to stare at himself in the mirror all the time when he was a baby, too,” Carrie noted. “And look at him now.”
The kid admires his muscles in the house mirrors on a regular basis.
As the afternoon arrived, I advised Puck to take advantage of the warm world outside, to soak in some rays.
“Mom! I can’t go outside! It’s a hot tub out there!”
Nevertheless, both boys ended up sitting in the driveway tossing gravel and dust into the air until they were completely coated in a layer of rock dust. We sent them to the backyard with a garden hose. Yali is pretty much the only kid I’ve seen who gladly accepts a bucket of water over his head. Multiple times.