Ch. 189; Vol. 10

“Can you be naked in Heaven?”

Puck whispered the words into my ear at breakfast, just in case Crackers would overhear him and he would become embarrassed.

“Well, Adam and Eve were naked and it wasn’t a problem, so I suppose maybe you could be if you wanted to. Maybe God would let you.”

“Would He… mind?”

Puck was obviously slightly concerned.

“Maybe not.”

“I don’t really want to be naked in Heaven.”

“I guess I wouldn’t want to be either.”

“Can God see us even if we’re in the ground?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“He is omnipresent.”

“What does that mean?”

I explained. When the topic was exhausted – in part – Puck was busy writing numbers on his personal whiteboard.

While singing along.

It was Math Opera.

Lunch wasn’t over yet. Jamal, Lenni, Alex, Gaby, and Tina were all heavy into another case when Puck added some of his own thoughts on the afternoon…

“I wish the whole world was made of blueberries, and there were no worms or bugs… And no bugs lived in the ground… And mosquitoes didn’t exist, but houses did.”

Duly noted.

Puck dumped a ball of neckties on the couch on his way to the bathroom, gloating over his wealth of Sunday wear.

Dinner: couscous, guacamole with blue corn chips [well. they were supposed to be blue], and strawberries.

I think it was the first time on record I had made guacamole. Guacamole I planned to eat for myself. Including salsa. Sometimes I amaze myself.

Puck carefully folded each piece of laundry like he was a detailed pro, and handed them to me…

“Mom, I will do all the laundry from now on.”

“Beautiful.”

Minutes later he walked past me into the kitchen with an armful of folded dish towels…

“Thank you my friend. You are a gentleman and a scholar.”

“Mom, stay right there. I’ll get the rest of it.”

“You are awesome.”

How could I resist these accolades?

Soccer in the living room. Tame soccer. More or less. More like toss and catch from one end of the floor to the next…

“Mom, throw it so that it bounces once on the rug and once on the floor. You like that slap sound it makes?”

“I do. You like different sounds?”

“Yes. I’m going to be a scientist of sounds… when I’m older.”

The Bear added Hershey’s – per my request – and the free Redbox that we thought we got Sunday night and didn’t.

And so the fun continued.