Couch, Christened

We had been home from school for about half an hour. Yali, full of Cheez-Its shared with Heidi and Annie during carpool. Puck already in his rollerblades, resting a full glass of milk on the couch cushion next to him, a glass I happened not to notice, and helping me unpack just-arrived picture frames for my Native American prints gifted me for my birthday. Puck tore into the packaging for me, only to back up on the couch cushion behind him.

“Oops… OOPS! Milk! EVERYWHERE!”

New couch christened. Only took four days.

I left the room for a moment, ready to lay out where I wanted the pictures to be hung.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Puck? What are you…”

“Just putting nails in the walls for your pictures, Mom.”

Later that evening, Oxbear lounged on the couch, opposite the milk stain. From somewhere deep in the bowels of the couch…

Pop!

“What?”

“Did you break this couch, too?”

Oxbear just rolled his eyes.