Ch. 236; Vol. 10

Somewhere between tomato juice and pretzel sticks and hiding out in a swampy cornfield from the authorities, Crackers woke the house.

Too early.

Minecraft explorations and creations…

“See, Mom? This is my bathroom. And this,” Puck displayed an endless pit, “is where the ‘spoil’ goes,”

Hmmmm…

Rattle, rattle.

“Crackers!”

Trident White gum all over the floor.

It was almost as if she knew she had an appointment at the vet this morning. Rabies shot.

At the Silverspoon’s again, Kitts was waking from a nap with Mini Elvis. Theodore dragged back half a pig and a cow for lunch, laced up in barbecue sauce.

“Come back and finish your meat, son.”

“I have to put on a show for Elvis, Dad.”

…which was primarily just Puck making crazy faces at him.

While Gloria and Theodore drove with Izzy to his dorm and Kitts took a nap in the basement, Mini Elvis watched “Phineas and Ferb” with Puck, flat on his back on the rug absorbing all the fascinating colors and sounds from the box high above his head.

Phone call with Dad – Grandma Snicketts had been officially – and successfully – transferred after only four days at the hospital to the rehabilitation center.

Izzy returned from the dorms, his “new digs” as Theodore called them…

“Oh, so you have German at eight?” Gloria asked him.

“Nine.”

Just a little German joke there…

“Dad! Let’s go into the IMAGINATION CLOSET!”

Turns out, this imagination closet was just those two closing themselves in the toy closet and making things up. And then playing for Minecraft, where apparently Puck was herding stubborn chickens across the landscape…

“Stop being a bossy pants!… They’re being bossy pantses. Hey! I built this for you for special! Get out of my way!”

Card games.

Chocolate chip cookies mixing.

A little more “antelope” [cantaloupe] for Puck after a more-or-less family viewing of “Dumbo”.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was a day.