Getting There

Another day.

Another game.

But fortunately, today was sunny and frankly felt closer to Florida temps here in the mid to upper 40s, despite the fact that “real” Florida was bending into the 80s.

Anyway, another 12:05 dispatch from Jupiter sent the Cardinals to their second victory of the spring, two for two, as I prepared to pick Puck up from school.

The daily drive home is always interesting for Puck. You can see the different worlds spinning around in his head as he watches scenery fly by the window. This time, he – first – requested his pump-up songs (of course), then pulled a tiny car out of his backpack. The music was too loud to hear much, but I occasionally caught snatches of his audible car-conversation as he sent it through a creative dialogue in the back seat.

“Quicksand…”

“Oh no! I’m falling off!”

“Hmmm…” I felt something at the back of my neck. The little car had entered the rain forest of my blonde hair. “It seems to be difficult to find his way out,” Puck spoke for the car. “It’s hard to see. It appears to be tan. He needs to find his way out.”

The car continued along through my hair and behind my neck until apparently the vehicle did, in fact, find his way out and landed on the floor of the back seat.

Puck spent the rest of the afternoon outside with a large pack of neighbor kids, a few screaming girls, his bike (the seat was way too low for him now), a lifeguard whistle from Uncle Fran, and a Super Soaker from Uncle Joe and Aunt Jaya. The Super Soaker was not aimed at humans; it wasn’t that warm yet.

Right about the time Oxbear pulled up with Little Caesar’s for movie night, Carrie-Bri and Rose walked through the door with video footage of Francis wearing unisex leggings. The glories of little brothers.

Rose toggled back and forth between work emails and finally completing one of our crazy favorites – “Kath & Kim”.

Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:

“Scientist.”