Boy Logic
My phone yelled at me around 11:42pm Monday night as one of those terrifying Amber alerts grabbed me out of dreams. Those things are disturbing; I guess that’s the point. I was less alarmed being yanked out of deep sleep by Israeli jets tearing a few hundred feet over my head in the middle of the night back in the desert than I was with that Amber alert. Like something out of the Cold War.
It wasn’t time to leave for school yet, so Puck fancied a snack. On top of breakfast. While I packed us up to walk out the door, I found him washing off slabs of uncooked lasagna noodles in the sink.
“Puck… what are you doing?”
“It makes it easier to eat.”
After an uneventful morning in the school office – actually got to read some of my next book: Jane Eyre – I stopped by Walgreen’s on the way home for some snacks to share at the Big House. Good thing I did. As soon as Francis walked in the door…
“I’m starving!”
He went to town on a package of cookies while I left to drive Linnea-Irish to her Astronomy class at the community college.
When I got back, Carrie-Bri was doctoring the rose bushes around the house after removing a perfect loaf of homemade honey wheat from the oven.
Yali, who had woken from his nap half an hour too early, snuggled next to his uncle on the couch under Francis’ jacket for “Vintage Sesame Street Hour” on the iPhone while Francis nodded off. I’m pretty sure all the selected clips were from the 70s. Francis lives in the 70s.
The cookies were also gone.
Up at school, a couple of rounds of hide-and-seek ended when I caught Bob trying to climb over the wall of the balcony stairwell.
“Uh… Bob? What’s going on up there?”
“I had to lock the door, but now I locked myself up here! So I have to climb over the wall to get out!”
Fortunately for Bob, I am well-versed in boy-logic. I sent Puck upstairs to let him out.
Meanwhile, Yali got busy taking a few selfies with Heidi in the gym before everyone split ways for the afternoon.
Finally back home for the night, Oxbear had promised me DQ blizzards and maybe an episode of 11.22.63. Sounds about right for a Tuesday.