Dude!
Playdate Number Three of a long fall break weekend commenced at noon. Snicky hopped out of his mom’s silver jeep “with the shiny wheels”, as Puck always distinguishes it from the other silver jeeps at school, and for the next three and a half hours, they kept themselves completely entertained.
After showing off the house in another brief tour, Puck thought it would be a good idea to continue digging up the old garden that he and Big J had started a few days ago.
Some time later, I saw them shift to the back yard where they had established a fence using stakes and a hammer between the hedges.
“And we made a fort!” Puck declared, running inside to wash “potentially poisonous” berry juice from the hedges off his hands.
“Want to see our fort, Mrs. Silverspoon?” Snicky hollered at me.
So I admired their work, bandaged Snicky’s leg from scraping it on the branches they had hacked off in the shrubbery, and passed out bowls of goldfish crackers.
“And, Mom!” Puck yelled at me from across the yard. “We demolished a lot of the garden for you, too!”
“Nice, bud. Thanks!”
“DUDE!” Puck shouted at Snicky as he ran back to the garden, “THAT’S THE FIRST TIME I’VE EVER HEARD MY MOM SAY THANKS FOR DEMOLISHING SOMETHING!”
About an hour later, they returned indoors for a long Lego session in the back room. Every once in awhile, something got shouted to me down the hall.
“Mom? Are we related to Ghenghis Khan?”
I can never remember which evil historical figures share our DNA. “Either him or Atilla the Hun. I can’t remember.”
“Welp,” I heard Puck tell Snicky, “I’m related to one of the worst villains in all history.”
At 3:30 Snicky was picked up in order to get his sister to her squash lesson on time. This left me with both my boys while Oxbear attended a sort of Globalhack “after party” with his team in the Central West End.
After pancakes for dinner, we decided to walk to Walgreen’s for pens and a notebook. But first, Puck peeled off the band-aid on his wrist from Crackers’ cat attack last night. He walked to the bathroom.
“Oh, great!” he declared. “Now I have to flush it! Mom! I absent-thoughtly put a band-aid in the toilet!”
At Walgreen’s, I let the boys pick out 50 cent lollipops. Puck held Yali’s hand as we walked back at twilight. I let them cut through the hole in the hedge across the yard to home.