Closer Signs
I looked up and it was lunch. Must be a Monday.
Four loads of laundry running on a freshly fixed dryer fuse. A couple phone calls about bridal shower gifts and algebra/degree major issues. Temperatures ticking up into at least 78 into the afternoon.
Puck was more interested in what sat outside the window than the miserable spring training game against the Tigers on my laptop during the meal:
“It’s funny how mm-mm trees grow together sometimes and then sometimes they’re connected at their roots underground mm-mm. Those are really funky trees.”
I don’t know what that little mm-mm thing is that will often accompany his conversations in between words, sort of like he’s so excited to get the idea out that he has to put in some filler while his mouth catches up with his brain.
Worked on a little Spanish in the afternoon: colors:
“Can’t remember what ‘purple’ is in Spanish,” I thought to myself, split between three things at once.
“Purple is … fourteen,” Puck told me confidently.
So close, so close.
He picked me a little purple crocus before we left, then two more, which we put in water in a little orange juice glass on my windowsill.
On the way to collect groceries for the next two weeks, Puck saw some teenage boys trying to cross the street. One of them pumped the button, hoping for a light change. Puck laughed:
“I fink the President stopped him from making the button work. Probably the President of the United States stopped him!”
On the drive home, Puck let a burp rip loudly, halfway through his POM pomegranate juice:
“Onion would be proud of that one.”
“I’m sure she would be.”
“I’m going to start collecting burps.”
An afternoon running the neighborhood with Anna and Eddie before dinner, while I mixed more guacamole. This kid gets the good life.
Meanwhile, our trip plans were progressing positively. Carrie informed me that the metal detector was in good working order and had already coughed up a penny, bolt, sewing threader, and some other unidentifiable rusted lump. Good start.
Puck’s Weekly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:
“Uh … a scientist.”