Bleacher Diver

“Puck was almost tempted to play volleyball after school on Thursday,” I told Oxbear as we drove down the highway Saturday afternoon.

“You were, Puck?”

“The aftercare director kept asking him to come over because they were short on kids. I could see it; he almost wanted to.”

“So what kept you from playing, Puck?”

“Butts.”

“Butts stopped you from playing?”

“No. Buts. As in ‘But… but… but…’”

“Oh, well buts stop a lot of people from doing a lot of things.”

We ate lunch at Five Guys. This was after Oxbear and Puck had visited the St. Charles police headquarters open house, Yali and I had another Spanish lesson (animals for Yali, conjugating verbs for me), and earlier that morning: Heidi’s volleyball game.

Close to the end of the second set, Puck went south to explore the bleachers. It took all of thirty seconds for him to find a large squishy blue ball, followed by a slightly warped clip-on earring and squishy red/yellow tennis ball which he gave to Heidi, a pen, pencil, yellow-orange crayon, golf ball, and glass marble.

“Whoa!” Julia said to him. “You should, like, work for the FBI!”

He does have a knack for digging up “the loot”. So after the Vermeer family had admired his dumpster diving finds of the day, we continued our day west of the Missouri. And that included Five Guys.

Puck was so excited about his cheeseburger “with everything on it”, and Yali about the hot dog, that they both started dancing to the music.