Ch. 260; Vol. 10

Puck took a seat at the school chair. Some small speck popped off the edge…

“Agh! What was that thing that moved?”

“I think it was just a crumb, Puck.”

“…Speaking of crumb, my stomach growled in the bathroom.”

“You’re still hungry?”

“I’m telling the truth. Can I have something to eat?”

“I’M SKIPPING THE EXPIRATION DATE!!” Puck yelled to me from the other side of the house.

Apparently recording today’s date on his school paper didn’t seem necessary. Besides, he had more important things to do, like, compose new music…

“Will you sing it for me?” I asked.

“I’m ‘mbarrassed… Uh… just plug your ears…”

I laughed.

“Ok, just guess the tune, Mom!”

“Honey, I can’t guess a tune. I could guess tunes for a billion lifetimes and I would never guess it. There are just too many.”

“Agh! ‘When the days get shorter, and there are fewer cats in the road, and fewer dogs in the road.’ YOU SHOULD HAVE GUESSED!”

“Oh, silly me. Of course I should have guessed that.”

Turns out, Puck must think a tune equals lyrics only.

“You try it!”

“Ok… ‘When the days get shorter, and there’s…’”

“No. In a sweeter voice.”

This kid writes poetic symphonies behind my back.

Then we learned about how soap goes through metal detectors at the factory.

Another bowl of raw canned pumpkin, honey, and cinnamon for Puck. I may be a cruel mama, but he hasn’t had a cold all year long. Maybe it’s just coincidence. But still; can’t do anything but help. Crackers loves to join in. As soon as she hears the can opener. Without the honey and cinnamon.

“Lick that bowl squeaky clean, Crackers!” Puck encouraged her.

Puck had ideas about going outside in the afternoon, despite the on-and-off drizzle…

“But on any circumstances.” He hauled one blue-footed shoe onto the top of my bed. “I don’t want to get the bottom of these shoes ruined.”

Singing the alphabet from the bathroom – too loudly – and reading The Berenstain Bears to himself.

Hair cut for Puck.

Lego catapults involving heavy blocks of sculpting clay…

It rained lightly during dinner, Andy Griffith, Puck’s dance party music, more pasta. Pillow fights. More like ‘run charging across the room to Mom on the couch with a stack of pillows’…

“Now I’m going to have my head like a BULL!”

“Puck! No!”