Done and Done
Puck walked into our room this morning to snuggle, carrying his biathlon medal. The pride of the moment hadn’t worn away yet.
On the drive to church, he still had the blue-and-green ribbon of the medal around his neck, looking thoughtfully at it.
“Even if you didn’t get a prize, the experience of doing it is the prize,” he concluded. Then a few moments later, still admiring the medal, he added, “I’ve never done a biathlon before. This is really an honor.”
He looked up to catch a digital road sign as we passed by: “Driving and texting don’t mix.”
“What? Did that say, ‘Driving and toddling don’t milk?’”
He gets good grades in school.
After Sunday School, Puck walked up to us with a coloring page of Moses striking the rock for water in the desert.
“I drew the water brown because it would have been gross at first.”
Naturally the most exciting news of the day arrived in the form of the Cards – by default of Pittsburgh’s loss – winning the NL Central. Wondering what poor Allen Craig and Joe Kelly were thinking about it all somewhere out in lonely Boston.
After all that hard work, the rest of the afternoon was split between watching the Cards wrap up their final ballgame – for bragging rights – a win in Phoenix, El Oso and Rose hitting up the Verizon store…
That was news for my day. Suddenly El Oso decided on the drive back from church that I should have my very first smartphone. So Rose, in the market for the new 128 GB iPhone 6, gave me her old model and got herself a fancy toy. Just like that, I left the 20th century. Fun times awaited.
… Francis also had an in-service that afternoon. And Joe and Jaya were busy until Joe came over with a load of laundry. Then Linnea and a friend left for Six Flags.
Francis had parting words of advice for the girls, “Don’t hurt yourself. Stay away from strange people.”
When most of us gathered again together for the evening, Dad prompted an “ice cream dinner,” which of course is never actual ice cream, but custard, particularly Dad’s favorite: The Elvis Pretzley.