Ch. 227; Vol. 10
4:45AM.
Thunk-a-bump-bump.
I jabbed The Bear in the shoulder, half-awake. He rocketed out of the room.
Puck had now fallen out of bed, twice. And it doesn’t seem to bother him. At all.
Sometimes I wonder how bad it’s going to get.
If Puck can stink up his entire room in one night, just by leaving his Wednesday socks on the floor… what am I in for when he becomes a teenager?
“Do bees have legs?”
There is always some very important reason to stall certain aspects of morning math lessons.
Or narrating his way through the addition process cooking-show-style…
“I think it has to be… And it will must be… Ten.”
Or in the middle of a writing lesson…
“Mom, Crackers has a weird eye.”
“Don’t worry about it right now, man.”
“SCUM!”
And by these recent and often random exclamations of “scum”, he literally means, “pond scum”.
71 degrees.
We took this September-in-August opportunity to traverse the great outdoors, Puck speeding along on his Strider bike in long-sleeved tee.
Carrie texted me before two o’clock…
“We couldn’t find Francis when he was supposed to take Grandma to the doctor. I looked outside and saw that stupid kid cruising down the road in her wheelchair!”
Boys.
We tried the park after three.
Puck asked me questions as we drove, while I reviewed Spanish words with him…
“Will we sleep in Heaven?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t think so. Because I will be busy doing my experiments… Will there be jails in Heaven?”
“What do you think?”
“No. Because all the bad people will be gone.”
Anyway, Puck found a kid his own age on the jungle-gym where they immediately began planting Minecraft bombs – large bark chips – and then made plans to meet at 3:30 the following afternoon. Yes. Two six year-olds organizing a social calendar.
Then there were three little girls…
“BOO!” Puck shouted out of the tunnel of the slide… “Wow! I really scared you! Your hair was all poofed like it was lightening.”
So while I jogged indoors, Puck filled the kitchen sink with spices – at my discretion – and bits of torn paper, which he thought he was going to feed to the animals. And carved more rocks out of the plaster landscape.
And I caught the Cards’ second walk-off of the Pirates series.
The Bear out again for the night, after breakfast with Magnus and lunch with M&M.
I probably splurged on some pancakes, which somehow wasn’t very satisfying.
Sort of the opposite of what I was going for…
