Boy Stuff
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
SMASH!
“OhhhhhhhHHHHH!”
OLeif hopped out of bed.
Dialogue from the other side while Collette remained “asleep”…
“I kicked my ball and it fell down, Dad. I guess I have to tell Mama, don’t I?… A new toothbrush for me! Yay! Mama got me a new toothbrush! I’ll save my old one for Donkey!… Oh, Mama Cat! Get out of there!… Oops, Dad. I grabbed the baby cat from under the couch around her neck, ’cause I got a good grip…”
Puck broke back through the door to Collette’s room…
“Mama! I broke your candle glass!”
The blue from his hands had transferred to his neck in the night.
Good grief.
Fortunately, the “candle glass” was only a mostly used red apple scented candle in the kitchen windowsill.
Meanwhile, OLeif had lost his glasses somehow. He and Puck dug up the bedroom scrounging them out, instigating numerous dust-induced sneezes from Puck.
Collette prepared Cream of Wheat just as Rose emailed a clip of a rather large centipede crawling inside a light fixture – or something – in the bathroom at Philmont.
“I don’t think that’s a light,” said Puck, as OLeif cleaned out the last of the glass under the kitchen table. “It looks like a long window with cheese on the other side… And milk.”
As Collette made her morning rounds, she found a Darth Vader mask in the sink. A box of baseballs in the kitchen. Crackers was tucked around Puck’s neck on the couch… Collette rubbed her own neck and shoulders, which hadn’t agreed with her pillow throughout the night.
Before noon, Puck gruntled up the eyeglasses in his pursuits of chasing the cats.
“Did you know that when Jesus was on Earth, he was probably shorter than I was?” Collette asked Puck at lunch.
This thought took a minute to sink in…
“You are taller than Jesus?”
“Might have been. Men in Israel a long time ago were very, very short. Almost all the men were shorter than I am.”
For a woman five foot, three, this was saying something rather spectacular. Even for a five year old to comprehend.
Francis arrived with a sack of McDonald’s for math.
And a nap with the kitten.
Mom called in to confirm that Collette had seen the photos of big boy Antonio, “a bit of a bruiser” as Fernando called him, “a natural rugger”, part-Guatemalan, part-Missourian. Christmas was going to be some fun times ahead.
OLeif returned from a business dinner around eight in time to prevent Collette from eating too much dark chocolate.
Ha.
Dark chocolate was never a problem for Collette.
But it was for OLeif…
Collette listened to the crackles of the radio as Lance, pinch hitting in the 7th, was ejected from the game.
Oh dear…