Fifty Pounds Apiece
Considering that I was allotted about 77% of my son’s body weight in luggage for domestic flights within Colombia, I figured packing would be a breeze. If I can’t last one to two months south of the border on that many pounds of stuff, I might need to reconsider my lifestyle. Personally speaking, of course.
Anyway, one last podcast in person with Carrie-Bri before the big send-off. I planned to Skype in on Mondays and Thursdays/Fridays to continue our ongoing saga, depending on the internet connection in various parts of Colombia.
Meanwhile, Puck was feeling snacky as usual. He found the double-box of Life cereal in the pantry and scooped himself a bowl. Sans milk.
“Mom,” he said almost solemnly, walking into the dining room. He held one square of Life between two fingers. “This cereal isn’t safe to eat. Look closely. There’s tiny pieces of glass in that.”
I guess I don’t offer cereal to my son on a consistent basis because I was quickly able to reassure him that the “glass” was indeed sugar.
He popped it in his mouth to confirm my diagnosis. “Okay. No crunching. You’re right, Mom. It’s just sugar.”
As the episode was edited and processed, the early afternoon baked. Linnea-Irish walked back through the front door to collect any necessary items for Six Flags. Carrie warned her about heat indexes reaching 105, but like a typical Snicketts girl, she waved it off.
After returning home in the early afternoon, the boys hit the road for errands, including a small Lego set for Puck after he won a bet with Oxbear for who could complete their library summer reading program sheet first. Puck won by default because Oxbear never started.
Before Oxbear mowed the lawn a little while later, he laced up his work-out shoes: bright turquoise laces. After having been warned by a Colombian friend to refrain from wearing flashy or overtly colorful clothing, Oxbear had apparently reconsidered the shoelaces.
“I could trade these out for black ones. What do you think? Risky business?”
At this point, the color of shoelaces was so far down on my list of potentially comprising situations, that I just had to laugh.
Meanwhile, I almost stopped Puck from collecting a urine sample in an old prescription bottle during a routine pit stop, which he apparently thought would be a fun thing to do, just for the heck of it.
“Isn’t that cool that I got a urine sample, Mom? My aim was a little off though. Don’t worry. I washed my hands.”