Ch. 262; Vol. 10
Misty-Hanna unwrapped a new package of red Swedish Fish during our Church History class, asked if I wanted a piece.
“It’s not the softest package,” she explained. “But it’s new.”
[I didn’t even mention my aversion to expired expiration dates.] They had just discovered sometime that day that Louis would have a little sister. He would take awhile to recover.
That was Wednesday night.
Thursday, there was a lot to do before my annual afternoon check-up with Dr. Brazil. This included taking a rare morning shower before joining Puck at his school desk for math. Wet silky ropes of hair hung over my shoulder. Puck eyed them like a lion stalking fast food zebra…
“What?”
He jumped up and grabbed a few handfuls.
“You like how it feels?”
He nodded, eyes wide. I guess he never has this opportunity with his own short head of hair.
“I’m gonna BRAID IT!”
“Um…”
Crackers’ tail whacked the waxy leaves of Red Beard still featured on our kitchen table eight months after adoption.
Puck flipped bingo chips onto the table from his desk, still in the middle of figuring math problems. One chip landed in the jungly roots of Red Beard. Puck went to investigate…
“MOM, LOOK! Red Bear laid a EGG!”
“I don’t think so, buddy…”
“FREE [three] eggs!”
“Those aren’t eggs, man. It’s probably just from the soil.”
“Then why do I see three pearl things in there?”
Was it worth it to explain they were probably styrofoam-like chemical bits? But it didn’t matter because…
“CRACKERS, STOP! MOM! CRACKERS IS TRYING TO EAT RED BEARD!”
Scrambled eggs and grape jelly toast for the boys.
“WHAT? That’s not a lunch food!”
Some days, it’s ok.
Cantaloupe and cucumber. Puck decided he would save all the seeds. Cucumber seeds that is. Tedious work…
“Look at all the cucumber seeds I’m planting, Mom!”
“I’m not sure that’s going to work right now…”
“Is saves money than buying cucumbers. Don’t you know that?”
Dr. Brazil was in a good loud and loud good mood as usual. After passing me a clean bill of health he noticed my sparkling gold and red Cardinals shirt…
“And a Cardinals fan. Even better. You know I delivered some of Wainwright’s kids. Yadi’s… Oh yeah… Back in the day, Schumaker, a lot of those guys. Great Christian guys. Let me tell you. Wainwright? Unbelievable Christian guy…”
Of all the doctors in the entire city… I guess that sort of made my day.
Fabric band-aids for Puck and Hostess cupcakes from Schnuck’s.
I like to reward myself after healthy appointments.
Only seems right.
Puck enjoyed an Australian talking dog film at our “Korean dinner table” while my mouth burned through a tilapia and pepper jack taco. Cutting it with an apple juice.
Puck delicately dressed himself for bed, avoiding the bandaged wound on his elbow.
“My band-aids would crack right off,” he explained.
About an hour later, he asked to listen to “the service” [his Bible on CD] as he fell asleep, the light ring of a little fairy bell from his bed. He finds these things…