Best Bits of Tuesday
Early text from Carrie. Another late-night call from the police about Francis and his buddy “playing on the railroad tracks.” I think three squad cars were mentioned in this particular “harmless” fiasco. I mean, the kid is pure Snicketts blood when it comes to shenanigans. But I think by now even he should figure out that walking the tracks is illegal.
“Is it time, Mom? Is it time?”
Naturally the highlight of any six year-old’s Tuesday morning has to be the Spiderman ice cream pop waiting in the freezer from Monday night. Unopened crinkly package and white bubblegum eyeballs. Puck wasn’t convinced about the eyes at first:
“I probably shouldn’t eat them, Mom. I don’t want to take any chances. They might be plastic.”
My assurances were not trusted.
“What color is my tongue, Mom?”
The second-best thing to ice cream on a late Tuesday morning in April is almost definitely watching one’s tongue change shades from “normal” to blue, red, and subsequently purple. Puck spent some time observing this fascinating transformation in my hand mirror at the kitchen table.
What else is cool about a Tuesday? How about hanging underwear from the ceiling?
“Mom, we’re having an early birthday celebration for me today. And it’s going to be a science party. So I’m going to hang my science underwear from the lamps, okay?”
I didn’t really have a good reason not to allow it; they were clean after all. Up went the underwear as party decorations. (I guess he’s not as spoiled as I thought.) By the time underwear was hanging from every light fixture in the house – and also after trying to hypnotize me with said clothing item; who knows, really – Puck had joined neighbor friends down the street. After also arranging a movie night in the living room with pre-cut, markered, and individualized movie tickets prepared during Quiet Hour. So I made fish, beans, and rice over more Bruno Mars; obsessions hit Snicketts girls fast, and hard.
Then the rattling caught me off guard. Hail from a pale sky out of nowhere. The radar certainly hadn’t anticipated that one.
Puck ran back for dinner as the rain began to drip. A little thunder and lightening as the gusher came through and El Oso joined us for movie night featuring Puck’s short film selection: “Caine’s Arcade.”
Adoption Status Estimate: Down: 4 yrs, 7 mos; To Go: 1 yr, 8 mos.