Ch. 270; Vol. 10

The whole house was littered in Legos, marbles, and crayon paper peels. Breakfast dishes soaking in the sink. Behind in three dozen different things I hadn’t finished because of everything that was happening in a short week. So we said adios to soap suds and plastic blocks and hit the road.

Before we left, Puck considered his appearance – a first…

“I have, I have a little skin hanging off my elbow, Mom. That’s embarrassing. And other people noticing it and you not noticing it? Have you ever had that happen before?”

“I’m not sure… maybe…?”

“So, I need another band-aid.”

Yesterday he had found that scab on his elbow and began to peel it, leaving baby-rose skin.

“Mom, can you just cut this off? It’s too tempting.”

He brought back a pair of scissors, so I sheared the offending deadness.

“Alright, throw it away.”

“I want to keep it.”

Of course.

About ten minutes later he smashed a drinking glass on the linoleum…

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!”

 

Anyway.

Ivy had given me two free passes to the Children’s Zoo, so we took advantage of that. Mostly Puck, who ran through the ground fountains like a fish…

“I’M KING OF THE WATER!!!!”

When he was completely soaked, droplets flying out of his shoes on the playground, he dried off in the sun, checked out the goats – which make him laugh – and asked about an ice cream.

Dole Soft Serve Pineapple and Raspberry Swirl.

The bees joined our company.

 

Puck enjoyed a late lunch at home with some of the steak Gloria had sent back with us Thursday evening…

“I’m meat sick.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m sick of eating meat.”

 

Puck stared at me. He had just been tickling/harassing me with a ball of frozen bath tissue he had left in the freezer overnight. I’m not sure why he said it, or I can’t remember, but he said it…

“What? Do you think obedience will just come marching out of my mouth?”

At least he’s an honest chap.

 

Puck interrupted the nightly Bible reading with an announcement…

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I know what three plus three is.”

“What?”

“Six.”

I held out a hand for a low-high.

“Memorized that on the way to the Zoo this morning,” he replied nonchalantly, but importantly.

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