Day One
Monday, June 20, 2011
In which the week of potential chaos begins…
The first day of Vacation Bible School.
More or less a success.
Glitter crayons and finger paints. (Fortunately, the only two boys in the class, one of whom was Puck, opted out of visiting this ‘station’.)
Acting out the story of Moses with blue palm branch fans, strings of pearls, and a rubber baby doll.
Sand tubs, water tubs (in which Baby Moses was rescued and put into a basket).
Sunnies and stickers.
And dirt cups. (The kind with Oreos, pudding, and gummy worms.) Lemonade.
Time ran out for games.
Music and dancing, for those who would.
And suddenly, 8:30 had quickly become 11:30.
A reminder to Collette, as well, that there would inevitably be people in life who would misread her child’s behavior and decisions. Even at four.
And then there were the funny things, like Puck having been in children’s church and not wanting to sit on one of the carpet squares.
“What’s wrong, Puck?”
“I can’t sit on that square. That color makes me nervous.”
Some laughs.
Ride back…
Eggs, butter, cinnamon dental floss.
Home for lunch.
Quiet Hour.
Back out in the anticipated 95 degree weather for hours of reading at the library. As they walked in, Puck holding Collette’s hand, he spoke loudly about things on his mind.
“Little boys should never lie. They should never lie to their mamas and daddies.”
A grandma-aged lady in front of them looked over her shoulder, listening. Puck hurried to press the button to open the door.
“Has he been going to Bible School?” she asked. “That’s where he learned it. He is just precious.”
This made up for some of the hubbub earlier in the day.
Inside for an hour and a half or so, with the various visitors amongst them…
A teenaged girl with red hair wearing a pink Cecil Whittaker’s pizzeria t-shirt…
A little African American girl with corkscrew hair playing with Puck…
Redwall episodes, Redwall books, Redwall audiobooks, Redwall cookbook. Redwall everything. Puck was hooked.
Back home.
Genealogy materials from Great Uncle Harry in the mail.
Homemade sweet potato chips with dinner. During said meal, Puck had other thoughts, as he handed his mom a green penny.
“His metal turned all old. He’s very old. Poor penny. He’s all alone.”
Puck fell asleep telling Redwall stories to himself, sometime after telling his mother that his new name was: Puck Dot Com.