Get Me Something Green!
It was just after 6:30 in the morning. A few minutes later, Yali crawled up into bed next to me in his footie jams, softly pressing one of his chubby brown cheeks against mine, a morning cuddle.
I’d already almost forgotten it was St. Patrick’s Day. Didn’t feel very St. Patrick’s Day-ish. Somehow, I still managed to dress us all in green, which became a valuable commodity in Puck’s opinion as the day progressed.
“Aw, you’re wearing green?” Carrie-Bri asked him as he walked in the front door. “Now I can’t pinch you!”
Mom had suggested a visit to the Lego store at the West County Mall that morning, so we piled in my Fit, the five of us, and spent a little while out there letting the boys hunt through shelves of mouth-watering Lego sets. Puck was getting so excited, he started to dance. I guess he thought no one was looking at first, because when he caught Carrie and me staring at him a few moments later, he just wrinkled up his nose and said –
“Don’t judge.”
– the latest catchphrase at school I’ve noticed, and continued to wiggle back and forth.
Late that afternoon Puck ran over to his buddy’s house – sunshine, fresh air, mild temperatures. Inside, I let Yali listen to “Riverdance” while I prepared the Irish grilled cheese, which is basically pan-cooked Irish buttered grilled cheese with corned beef.
While I began slicing the corned beef into thin strips, Yali suddenly turned into some type of ravenous beast. He began scaling the cabinets north towards the countertop, begging for more and more slices.
Eventually I got tired of it, so I housed him in his highchair and fed him more strips until his sandwich was ready. Then I blinked, and that whole thing was already in his gut. He began whining for my sandwich. I gave him a few pieces. Then when that was gone, he started to gnaw on his plate. The kid was going mad for corned beef.
When Oxbear and Puck joined us later in the evening, Puck was pleased to learn that after his haircut, he could return to his buddy’s house for some more playtime.
After the hair trim and hot shower, I heard the bathroom door open. Apparently Puck was truly concerned over the choice of clothing I had left for him on the sink. Being pinched is nothing to mess around with.
“MOM! GET ME SOMETHING GREEN!”