Family Night

Monday, November 29, 2010

Puck had a bit of a cold.

Cool. Grayed-violet in the east. Only briefly did that topaz of sun crack the gray sea of the sky.

When Mom arrived with the kids shortly after eight o’clock, Francis got busy teaching Puck how to shoot pretzel sticks out of the stick of a pinwheel, blow-gun like.

The day was very quiet…

In the afternoon, Puck seemed pretty set on sleeping inside the book cube for the night.

“But first you have to put my jamas on ‘fore Daddy gets home,” he said.

Then the rain came…

Another ridiculous game by Barcelona… 5-0. Just embarrassing, really.

That evening, OLeif continued to write papers while Collette joined her sisters for henna hair dye and Bing Crosby movie night…

While there…

The manger scene under the tree had been demolished by the cats.

“Pumpkin just sat on it,” Rose explained.

When Joe turned the iPod deck on, several of the kids started dancing.

“I can do the twist.” Rose insisted. “It always makes my lungs get squished by my ribs.”

“Shwoo!” Francis exclaimed, grabbing a whiff of Collette’s hair. “That smells horrible!”

And Joe was in trouble for sampling Carrie’s cherry lip balm.

“The joke’s on you,” she said, “’cause I have a massive cankersore.”

“It’s scientifically engineered for girls,” Rose said, “So you’re in trouble. It gives boys cancer.”

“Boo hoo,” Joe cried.

“Why don’t you go suck on a lemon,” Rose replied. “So you don’t get scurvy.”

Then Francis was caught giving Joe a super wedgie.

“But I acted scared afterwards,” Francis said, “so he still felt like he had some seniority.”

Magnus arrived after nine o’clock, to laugh hysterically with Joe in the basement.

And Francis and Linnea continued to practice The Twist.

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