Ch. 269; Vol. 10
It was probably a good thing Thursday was an off-day for the Cardinals. There is just only so much stress and excitement the fans can take at this point in the season.
Anyway…
“I can’t believe this!” Puck’s eyes were wide. He held up an unidentified object between two fingers.
“What is that, Puck?”
“A chocolate ball! They last a million years!!”
This is what happens when dumpster diving finds its home in the couch cushions. You find things like marbles and dimes and “chocolate balls” [cocoa puffs].
Because it was Puck’s “off week”, we spent all morning playing hide-and-seek [like to have a heart attack every time he screams “BOO!” from a dark corner] and reading piles of books. This was accented by a grumpy ball of fur blinking from underneath the eggplant blanket.
“She is purring like a motor,” Puck updated me.
Not for long.
Joe consulted about the procedure for auto loans; it was coming down to the possibility of a silver Miata, which I confess would never have been my guess.
Crackers meowed, annoyed, every time Puck stopped scratching her head…
“Hey,” he chastised her, “just because you want to be scratched, doesn’t mean you will be scratched forever… Picky pants.”
Meow…
We cracked open another read of barbarians in early centuries A.D.
“The Huns… one of your old grandpas was Attila the Hun… wicked man.”
Puck seemed concerned. “But he would still love me, right?”
I assured him that even a man as evil as Attila the Hun would still love his chubby-cheeked blonde-haired grandson.
I hoped…
This ushered us into ancient Athens, and the lack of swimsuits employed by youth in the day. Puck had to clarify the potential element of sin in this action…
“It wasn’t against God, because they had to, because swimsuits weren’t invented yet.”
Justified.
“I’M BUILDING A SPACE SHIP! I’M MAKING THE CONTROL PANEL!” Puck yelled from his room during Quiet Hour.
Later, he walked into the bathroom doing the goose-step.
Half naked.
He then commenced to peel all of the papers off a 120-count box of crayons for the rest of the afternoon.
Sitting on the loo.
Complete and total boy to the bones.
Uncle Clause and Aunt Agnes were back in town for a night on their way up to Michigan. This meant UNO for Puck and Uncle Clause. And dinner prepared by Gloria and Aunt Agnes – mostly steaks, salad, fruit, veg, and plenty of “antelope” [cantaloupe] for Puck, who eyed the antique cloth napkins across the table, lifted his own paper version, and needed to know…
“Why don’t I have a real napkin?”
But before dinner, Joe called…
“Tell Bær I’m buying the Miata. And that I love him.”
Izzy didn’t stay long, hurrying through his plate to join a game night out in Wentzville with kids from church…
“Oh, he’s just going over to see a bunch of girls. Don’t let him fool you,” Gloria teased.