Fwowers

On Tuesday, Puck continued to clod-hop through the house in Linnea’s chucks, as he built “blue towersh” from his crate of cardboard building blocks, telling the blocks to “be careful”, as he precariously stacked them towards the ceiling.
“Ta da!” he cried as he finished each stack.
Late in the morning, Puck’s cheeks dimpled into beautiful happiness when he was allowed to march around the front porch in the chill breezes. He looked carefully at the newly sprung purple crocus.
“Fwower?” he asked carefully, as he picked up a rather old brown leaf and handed it to Collette.
That evening, OLeif returned to snap his passport photos, needing to renew his passport, as it was four years overdue.