Feed Those Boys

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Two large protesting eyes greeted Collette across the breakfast table…
“If they eat our all food, we will die!”
“What?”
“The ants, Mama!”

On their very warm walk that morning, Puck found a bamboo pole lying in the street…
“Why is that here, Mama? Probably when someone came to pick up a panda,” he suggested, scooting off down the road.

When Collette provided Puck a sandwich selection from which to choose for lunch, Puck thought carefully…
“A cheese sandwich… Roasted.”
He then presumed to pack his own suitcase for the weekend, including a spare set of underwear, a “celebration bow tie” to wear to the parade, and a small deck of playing cards.
All the essentials.
…While he requested “Lion King” again, or as he called it – thanks to OLeif – “Hah!… Sah-vain-ya!”.

Francis turned in right at one o’clock with the rejuvenated lawn mower, which incited further screaming, running inside the house, shooting plastic balls out of air guns, high-speed hurling blankets, red paper airplanes, bike tire chopping Popsicle stick bridges, etc…
“You want to know what a tourniquet is?” Francis asked.
“Nooooo!”
…while Collette prepared the assumed two “roasted” cheese and a cold glass of strawberry kiwi juice. After a short time had passed…
“You know what would be really good right now, Collette?” Francis asked, patting his stomach.
“What?”
“Some donuts?”
Out came the make-do fryer.

OLeif returned with a package of soft-baked Chips Ahoy chocolate chip Reeses peanut butter cup cookies and… a garage-stored age-yellowed-paneled microwave, which ended up being a dud anyway. A lot of heaving and measuring and tooling for naught. But there were cookies, so that made up for it.