Friday & French
Friday, January 27, 2012
“Mama? Can I lay in the bathtub?”
“Why…”
“Calvin did!”
“It’s too cold.”
“I have socks on though.”
“I suppose…”
“Yay! Can I do school in there too?”
The white angel was still growing on its back in the jar of water. Puck would sit and stare at it sometimes.
Mom called with questions about the next algebra model. The Lord-Welches had to reschedule their visit due to Pearl’s hectic schedule and the inclement weather arriving late that night, as their original arrival had been slotted for midnight. Mom was disappointed, so Dad treated everyone to DQ and Carrie rented So Dear to My Heart.
At lunch, Puck was contemplating his plate…
“Do hot dogs come from milk, or from cows that die?”
He worked through this meat stick with little concern, swaying back and forth to some his preferred musical arrangements delivered by the sackbut.
Quiet Hour was spent in further edits for Collette.
The chubster went down for the evening. So many hugs and kisses, requests for songs and prayers.
Meanwhile, OLeif demonstrated his professor’s photocopied notes from Thursday’s class, which were almost nonsensical in their arrangement…
“I don’t even know what I’m going to do with this,” he laughed.
“I’ll take it!” Puck piped up from his room. “What is it?”
The evening was set for banana bread and make-your-own-trail-mix from cashews, banana chips, pretzel M’nMs, and butterscotch chips. Joe and Rose arrived, then Magnus and the initial debut of Cassidy Croissant.
Rose was back at it. After a particular comment by Joe, she responded with a signature element of insult…
“Why don’t you eat a turnip and throw it up on the floor.”
Rose had switched her movie selection with Joe, who had, with avid approval by Magnus, chosen a French stop-motion about an Indian, cowboy, and 50,000,000 bricks. Fortunately, subtitles were available. And Cassidy spoke French.
Snow was coming after the rain. Apparently. It was supposed to bring in about an inch overnight. And already the rain and/or sleet could be heard rattling in the window wells before nine.