Ch. 158; Vol. 10
“Death could be right around the corner. Right, Mom?! You could just trip on the sidewalk and fall on your face on the concrete. And then that’s THE END.”
Puck was shouting to me from his bedroom Thursday night, supposed to be asleep, while I watched the MLB draft…
“Well, that’s true, but…”
“Will I go to Heaven?”
“I believe that you will. God saved you, and you believe in Him and He loves you and you love Him.”
“But I don’t get it. How does He do that?”
“Well…”
“I bet a computer could find out.”
“Computers can’t really…”
“I wonder if God has golden computers in Heaven.”
“Well, I…”
“What kind of underwear did people wear back then?”
“Uh…”
“How did they make thread?”
“By a tedious process that we’ll discuss tomorrow. I love you! Goodnight!”
Puck has been really into the idea of picking me up lately. He likes to exhibit his muscles…
“I can lift you. Cool, eh?”
Later, he gave me a big hug and, cobra-like, rocked his head back and forth with a huge grin, saying…
“Phonics doesn’t exist! Phonics doesn’t exist!”
But Phonics does exist, so he sat himself down and finished his lesson with no trouble.
By the time middle morning had arrived, Puck had been lacing ropes and straps around his person and through his pant legs, just because…
“You ‘member? Just for fun!”
Isn’t that often the explanation.
He tucked a notebook up his shirt before lunch – you’d think he was a kleptomaniac – talking to himself…
“Because I am the great prince, Rilian.”
He listens to readings.
While Puck wrapped up his tuna, I caught a little more of the MLB Draft, just to hear the Cards’ fourth pick. And then we switched back to Andy Griffith, in color, which gave Puck further thoughts into more adult matters…
“Mom? Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Well, what is a boyfriend?”
“I don’t know.”
“Make a guess.”
“The person you get married to?”
“And am I already married?”
“Yeeeeees…”
“So should I have a boyfriend?”
“No!”
“Bingo.”
Then he bit a smiley into his tortilla.
Sometimes lessons in logic come easy.
Puck coasted down the driveway, back up again, and down…
“Look twice for cars, Puck,” I reminded him, reading on the porch.
He did, and concluded, as he whirred down the driveway…
“I don’t see nothin’!”
Don’t see nothin’?
We’ve lived here too long.
We had a sea battle before five. What had once been a shower, was now the Hundred Years War. An ocean boil. But I didn’t investigate too much. Better to clean up the mess after the whole thing was done.
Hercules. Popcorn. Friday night in at the movies.
Puck had a few more thoughts to share that evening as we concluded our readings. About Noah’s flood…
“The flood might go higher than Mt. Everest and higher than all things and even than the clouds. But clouds wouldn’t exist if there was a flood. Because all the water would be out of them.”
He thinks. The kid really thinks.
