Get Destroyed, My Friend!
It was warm again. A little Indian summer before the reality of autumn hit St. Louis.
I worked about an hour at the school office that morning, passing out Jr. Strength Tylenol for leg pains and braces pains, filling out spreadsheets, and taking a few phone calls.
Meanwhile, Yali went grocery shopping with Mom and Carrie-Bri.
And Oxbear wrestled with the kitchen sink for the entire day, managing to install the new faucet and dish disposal before he had to leave for a short evening at work.
Come afternoon, Carrie and I did a little 2016 Cardinals summary podcasting. Another unpleasant end to an even more unpleasant season.
Then Carrie called Yali into the kitchen to bake cookies. She set two bags of chocolate chips on the counter. Yali was immediately riveted.
“CHOCK-ET! CHOCK-ET!” he screeched.
Carrie spread out some milk chocolate and white chocolate chips on the counter for him to observe before devouring.
“Look, Yali. It’s like you and Puck. Puck is the white chocolate chip, and you’re the milk chocolate chip.”
Yali loved this, and began pointing out all the “Yalis” and “Pucks” on the counter. And eating them, of course.
It was the end of another day. Puck and Heidi burst out of the gym as usual, backpacks in tow, eager to peruse the school book fair to add to their libraries. I was wondering how far back this was going to set me as Puck began listing all the books on his wishlist. But Hans already had a solution for Heidi.
He took one look at her wishlist and said, “We’ll just leave this list for Grandma.”
Back home after dinner, Puck was busy with homework. His latest new favorite phrase is – “Get destroyed, my friend!” – whenever he’s right about something, or finishes something. So after every subject was completed from his binder, it was another, “GET DESTROYED, MY FRIEND!”
In the end, it wasn’t so much his “friend” that got destroyed. It was his stomach. He had warned me before his bedtime that he wasn’t feeling so well. I figured he’d just caught what Yali had. Until… projectile vomiting from the top bunk. All over everything.
We’ll finally get this house cleaned and unpacked one of these days…