Broken Things

Wednesday brought another broken thing. This time, it was a ceramic coaster. Another thing to add to the boxful of shards, courtesy of Puck. He did seem sorry, however, and didn’t touch the coasters for the rest of the day.
Puck had also learned to say “Yay!” whenever he successfully removed his knit hat while riding to and fro in his car seat. He did so again, as he and his mom ran errands under gray skies and bland temperatures. This included a run to the bank to order more checks. Puck, after whimpering a little at the sound of the automatic door, recovered admirably, pointing out the pictures of babies on the desk of the banker in front of him.
“So cute,” the banker said to him.
And they were on their way again for the post box, the ATM, and the grocery store.
OLeif returned in time, that evening, to make a batch of white flour tortillas, and Collette ran her usual paperwork around a special PBS documentary on the Royal Family.
In more somber news – Sinai’s little grandson was not doing any better. Only nine weeks old.