Goodnights

Puck began his day with a plate of banana slices and cinnamon toast. The cinnamon toast he used as a phone.
“Phone?” he said. “Phone?”
Once he had crusted his ears with sugar and cinnamon, he was finished with breakfast.
Once arriving at the house, Carrie immediately set up a play-time for Puck – a bucket of marshmallows loosened with flour, which he stirred happily, until he found out that they were edible, and Collette removed all.
That evening, after picking up OLeif from work, they drove over under a late orange sunset to enjoy enchiladas and tilapia with the Silverspoo’s for Denae’s birthday, albeit a late celebration. She was pleased with her new moleskin sketchbook from OLeif, Collette, and Puck, and the fine-tipped black pen, mechanical pencil, and brush-tipped red pen. Izzy had built up the fire in the living room. And Theodore returned from work just in time to join everyone else for the meal.
Back at home, it was the usual routine. OLeif and Puck sat together on the red couch, tucked under the fuzzy plum blanket while Puck chugged his soy. Once through, they sat, stretched out together, watching television for a few minutes longer (usually the Discovery Channel), and then OLeif would say:
“Ready for bed?”
Puck’s beautiful brown eyes would light up, and he would say, “Bed-bed?”
“Say goodnight to Mama.”
“Bye, bye.”
And he would blow her several gurgling kisses, still waving bye-bye to his mama as OLeif carried him back to his crib. It was one of the best moments of the day to see her chubby smiling in his warm footy pajamas, blowing her kisses on the eve of another day.