Home with Puck

Thursday, August 25, 2011
In which Puck speaks his thoughts about life as he inevitably does on every other day…

Start of the morning…
“Ahhh-choooo! Where’s the pepper, Mama?”
Puck helped set the table for breakfast, make the bed, and straighten the bedroom with his daddy.
“You want to stack my boots by the closet door?” OLeif asked him.
Puck did so.
“Check this out, Collette,” said OLeif, once Puck had left the room. “I told him to stack the boots…”
And, indeed, one boot was sitting on top of the other by the door.
“Oh no,” Collette laughed. “He’s literal.”

Puck’s questions pureed the day…
“Was I in Heaven before I was born?”
“No,” OLeif answered. “You just didn’t exist yet.”
It was obvious: mind blown.
“But Jesus didn’t make me. His fadder [father] did. He dropped me down.”
O, the explanations…
“How did God come down here as a baby?”

Lunch: OLeif out at Stefanina’s with an old youth leader of the rather uncomfortably-unusual Liberty days, in thanks for some website work OLeif had done for him.

During Quiet Hour, Puck leaned his head around the corner of the bathroom door…
“Is there ear wax coming out of my ear, Mama?”
“Nope.”
“What ’bout that ear?”
“Nope. You’re good.”
“Good. ‘Cause I didn’t want it to fall out on my shirt.”

Into the afternoon, Puck needed his toenails trimmed. When this feat was completed, he dumped a heavy box on his head and announced, regarding his toes…
“They gleam like jewels.”
And nearing five o’clock, OLeif took him on a bike ride around the neighborhood before departing for ‘Man Night’.

During dinner, a fruit fly landed on Puck’s sandwich. He gasped…
“You’re very proud of your baby, Mama, and you don’t want bugs on his food. That bug doesn’t understand. He’s God’s bug, and he’s a good bug. But he doesn’t understand that I’m your baby.”