Fingerpaints

Over at the house, the kitchen table was covered in photos, posters, and frames. Carrie-Bri’s meticulous collection of Doctor Who, Kevin Max, Craig Nichols, and MUSE photographs, ticket stubs, artwork, etc., was in the process of being framed.
“Now I’m just missing Elvis,” said Carrie. “But his autograph costs thousands.”
Meanwhile, Mom and the girls were discussing the day’s schedule, which included Costco.
“Well, I need to be back here sometime,” said Carrie. “I have a hot date with the mailbox at one o’clock.”
Francis, who was busy checking live storm chaser cameras turned around with a, “Wow. You must be desperate, Carrie.”
“Francis!”
Then Carrie and Linnea swapped some Bear Grylls quotes in bad British accents and Carrie argued with Francis about the impropriety of walking through storm drains and building forts off the Katy Trail, while Puck sandwiched himself on a barstool between Francis and Linnea munching his mid-morning snack of Captain Crunch, or “crunchies”, as Carrie put it.
He was also tempted to try the bowl of oranges sitting on the counter. He picked up two of them and repetitively slammed them together, giggling to himself. Collette removed them to their proper place so that he wouldn’t inadvertently create a shower of orange juice over himself.
Francis was interested in Puck’s vacuum cleaner, which, now equipped with four C batteries, lit up and actually vacuumed up small amounts of fuzz.
“Mom!” Carrie cried. “Francis is already taking apart the vacuum!”
“I am not!” Francis retorted.
He was known to take apart anything and everything, without even thinking about it.
Then Linnea took Puck out on the front porch to finger paint, having already put an old “I Love New York” t-shirt on her little buddy. By the time they were finished, she had painted “Boy am I cute!” on the front of his shirt, and “Hi” on the back.
All this painting also required a romp in the tub with raspberry bubble bath.
By the time the afternoon arrived, and Puck was down for a snuggly nap, Mom, Collette, and Francis left for Costco, as storm clouds rolled over from the west. After filling the cart to overflowing, Mom bought a slice of pizza for Collette’s lunch and churros for herself and Francis.
Then it was time to pick up Creole and Puff ‘o Lump.
As soon as the boys got into the big green van, they started talking about how Teletubbies should have been a horror movie.