Ch. 218; Vol. 10

Puck carefully examined the numbers he had circled on his counting chart…

“It’s like a… 40 and a 50 sandwich, Mom!”

“I guess it sort of is…”

“And the 30 and the 60 make a sandwich, too…”

“They do?”

“Uh huh!”

He pointed to the 40…

“That is the salad.”

Then the 50…

“…and that is the tomato…”

Then the 30 and 60…

“…and those are the buns!”

Somewhere in my son’s world, lettuce on a sandwich equals a salad. I can get that.

“I see, bud. You’re right.”

“And all this talking about sandwiches is making me hungry for lunch!”

Puck transferred himself to the couch with a purring cat…

“Puck, I don’t think she likes blankets so much…”

“It’s ok, Mom. She just thinks it’s a big harry monster going to attack her.”

That’s all.

Puck trundled that paint roller behind him – half a neighborhood today.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark!

“Oh good grief.”

Our time was cut short when Puck remembered an unopened block of gray clay waiting for him back home. Years ago when The Bear was still in high school, he had ordered a giant box of free sample clays from an art company, many of which he had never used. Although some of them had become monsters and mythical creatures.

This block was soon jammed with all sorts of gadgets from the junk drawer into a sculpture I wasn’t sure what.

The Bear briefly joined us for lunch, and wanted to polish it off with a green apple Izze…

“Could I buy one of your ‘sodas’ off you, Puck?”

Puck nodded. The Bear prepared to hand him a pile of quarters. Then Puck thought again and handed the coins back to him…

“No, no, Dad. You don’t have to pay me. I bought it for you.”

Puck resumed his lunch by lifting his drink between two elbows…

“This is how I would have to drink if I had no hands,” he practiced.

My excuse to write about the Cardinals:

Tickets at Section 353.

RBIs by the “little guys”, including pitcher Joe Kelly.

Two home runs, one a pinch hit.

Cracka-boom of red fireworks.

The Bear crammed into a seat way too narrow for his Viking-ness.

Rambling about baseball facts and stats to my husband: busy working on his iPhone. He tells me he enjoys going to the games. He really does.

Sesame Sticks.

Peanut Butter Cups, all Trader Joe’s Style.

Warm evening in an August night watching baseball.