From India
With induction into the wonderful world of owning a checking account, Rose decided to support a sponsor child that morning.
“Aw!”
…could be heard from time to time whenever she stumbled across a picture of an especially cute-looking child. She circled the globe.
“I can’t decide,” she moaned.
She was, however, finally able to submit her request to support a precious little boy, who happened to share Carrie-Bri’s birthday. The little tike was from India and had a great name to boot.
“Davidu,” said Rose happily.
Puck was in the other room plunking on the tiny play guitar Grandma Combs had given him. He listened to the tones while lying on his back. He rummaged for toys in his port-a-crib while Collette and Frances continued working in the math book.
“Go on to problem f, Frances.”
“F…” Frances thought aloud. “F for… fried chicken!”
Mom, Frances, and Linnea later took off for a tour of the nuclear mound. When they returned, Linnea had a mini skateboard underneath her arm. Before long, she and Puck were sitting on it, taking rides from the kitchen to the hall.
After dad had arrived to order pizzas for dinner, Collette played a quick quarter-game with Linnea of LIFE in the dining room before OLeif came to pick up herself and the Puck.
“I’m robbing you of your cash,” Linnea told Collette, slyly, “as Collette left her station at the game board.”
The ride home was a happy one for Puck.
“Bah bah bah bah BAH BAH BAH!” he yelled loudly, loudly enough for Collette to barely talk over him.
“Buddy, buddy!” Collette hushed him a bit.
Puck grinned his biggest grin.
“Oh, I see why you’re so happy,” she said.
Puck had cut his fifth tooth.
During dinner, he did the usual washing his hands in the air, raccoon-style. He did this mostly when he was happy, satisfied with something.
Good news for OLeif: he had finally succeeded in putting in his contacts. So for the first time in a long time, OLeif was able to do everything glasses-less.