Fully Entertained
Mom told me later about this. I had explained to Puck Friday night that he should stay in bed (a.k.a. air mattress next to Mom’s and Dad’s bed) until everyone else started waking up Saturday morning. He followed protocol, for awhile. Mom heard him move around a little early in the morning, but he stayed there, quiet. Finally, I guess he couldn’t take it anymore, and he woke Mom. “Grandma, I’m getting a little bored. I keep hearing the furnace turn off and on and I’m getting a little bored of it.” Next came waffles, “The Emperor’s New Groove,” “Wall-E,” model cars, and Philmont hiking videos with Joe in the basement. Full schedule.
El Oso dragged himself out of his cave mid-morning, catching up on many days of poor – or lacking – sleep, to shovel the driveway and salt it. Another dusting in the night.
We picked up Puck still in space jams, marveling over the wonders of staying at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house. We couldn’t leave before he snagged, what he liked to call his “sugar energy drink” (a.k.a Fanta) from the fridge, which he had requested me to Sharpie his name on so he could drink it in one month once his next sugar ban had been lifted.
Mexican pile-up at the Silverpoon’s: coconut, salsa, rice, chili, cheese, corn chips, etc. For El Oso anyway. Puck and I split chicken. Then they left for the Lego movie: Gloria, El Oso, and Puck. “Mama” got two hours of absolute quiet. This is rare. A rare thing indeed. I made the most of it by doing nothing of any arguable value. But somehow I don’t think that mattered too much.
Those two hours concluded with a pick-up for me by the crew in the Mazda, and a drive to Clayton for nation-famous Cupcake Wars winners cupcakes at Jilly’s. A glass front of fat cakes in lines, ranging from hot pink to metallic gold. We took Pucker Up (which reminded Gloria of Dr. Seuss), Brownie Love (Gloria imagined “I Love Lucy”), Champagne and Flowers (Mom), and Reese’s Chunkage (El Oso).
When we returned, Theodore was napping after meetings and consultations. El Oso slid the knife into each cupcake, eight ways, which was probably smart because I ended up eating only 3/8th of a cupcake, and retreated to warm up by the fire while El Oso and Gloria discussed the “food-ness” of each cake.
As the evening slid in, we could have turned on the Olympics I suppose – sort of forgot about it – so we watched an episode of Extreme Couponing instead. And then an episode of Extreme Hoarders, to teach Puck about not collecting too much junk. He was shocked. After processing, his solution was simple. “Mom, when I grow up I will have two houses. One to put all of my stuff in and fill it up to the top. And the other I will live in.”