Ch. 183; Vol. 10

– Five Minutes Of Morning –

“MOM!”

I was up and dressed, but hadn’t opened my door yet. Sometimes locks are useful things…

“Yes, Puck?”

“WHAT IS THIS SQUISHY STUFF?!”

“What squishy stuff?”

“IT WAS IN THE FRIDGE! I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT I LOVE IT!”

“It’s pizza dough. Don’t open it…”

“PIZZA DOUGH?! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!”

“Put it back, Puck.”

“OK! OK! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom… :running back to the kitchen:

A few moments later, door still closed…

“MOM?”

“Yes, Puck?”

He could hear, I suppose, that I was standing closer to the door, and refrained from using the bullhorn…

“You shouldn’t have given Francis a staple for his math papers yesterday.”

“I didn’t.”

“You shouldn’t have given him one, Mom, because now I have one of those staples to open your door.”

“You mean a paper clip?”

“Yes. You shouldn’t have given him a paper clip, Mom.”

“I didn’t…”

Poom, poom, poom, poom, poom… :walking back to the kitchen:

“DAD!”

“Yes, Puck?”

“WHERE ARE THE CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER CUPS?”

“I don’t know, son. Why do you need to know?”

“I WANT TO MAKE A SURPRISE FOR MOM! WHERE ARE THEY?”

“I don’t know, son.”

“OK. MOM! WHERE ARE THE CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER CUPS?”

Miraculously, this surprise did not involve an empty tub of Trader Joe’s chocolate peanut butter cups. But rather, the tub was discarded, and the cups placed under glass in a forgotten cake display.

“Eat as many as you want, but don’t eat the whole bowl!”

:fridge opened; pizza dough removed; thunked on table with child’s rolling pin:

“Shallllll, we?”

– These Are My Mornings –

63 degrees; light, cold rain. Puck asked me to add the following items to his Christmas List:

• Red Wellies
• Mexican Blanket [“That covers me from head to toe!”]
• Trader Joe’s Pizza Dough

Ghostwriter. [Just because I felt like the ’90s. And because I felt like doing nothing after two hours of waiting for Puck to finish his simple math lesson. [He was more interested in narrating life to himself…]]

New games with rubber balls and tree branches in a Tupperware. Puck’s invention.

We made that pizza for dinner…

“It’s fun to squish the dough around in your mouth, Mom.”

“My whole pizza fell on the floor, Mom. But it wasn’t there very long. I don’t think any germs are onboard.”