Ch. 214; Vol. 10
“Dad, every time we go on a trip – like to Huh-why-uh [Hawai’i] – could we bring a pillow and this truck?”
Puck sat in the back seat of the truck, excited for another ride, like a puppy on a windy day. And he was advocating hard on behalf of the magnificent fourteen year-old vehicle. He knew I wasn’t convinced…
“Look, Mom! I have my own little window!”
He uses the word “little”, because he knows I like small things. This kid knows how to butter.
“I see that, bud.”
“Did you know I can enjoy nature better because I can sit next to duh window farder [farther].”
“Puck, can you turn around and see if anything’s sliding around in the back of the truck?” The Bear asked him.
Puck responsibly examined the bed of the truck…
“As sturdy as nails, Dad. As sturdy as nails… hammered into wood.”
“Did doze [those] bees just give a high five to each udder [other]?”
“Maybe…”
Puck was standing under the giant Silverspoon oak, tugging on a metal hanger which was tied to a long white nylon string, shot over one of the lowest boughs high above his head and then wrapped in convoluted patterns over, around, and under the deck.
“I want to make a system pulley line,” he had informed me before committing to the project.
He makes use of his free time.
“Mom? You know what?”
“What?”
“I’m a blueberry omivore [omnivore].”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to always eat blueberries. What kind of omivore are you? A baseball omivore? Everything that you eat is baseballs!”
This kid.
“Mom! I need a band-aid!”
Army crawling under the fence in the backyard must have reopened his Strider bike crash wound. Neosporin was applied. Puck wrapped his arm in a towel.
“I can’t go outside now, Mom. Because I have to keep the towel on my arm. Could I watch something while it heals?”
This kid.
Then he built another system pulley line at dinner to drag his sparkling water across the counter. every. time. he took a drink. Finishing up about just in time to assist The Bear is establishing an old Boy Scout tent in Izzy’s room, because it was raining outside.
A Friday night for old pals – Magnus, Cassidy, and Rose. While Rose prepped the cheese-stuffed-crust pizza for the oven, Magnus visited Puck still awake in the tent and got himself suckered into playing some notes on the bugle still hanging from the end of his system pulley line in the old oak.
These kids.
