How We Roll
I often have natural disaster dreams, apocalyptic. But late Monday night/early Tuesday morning was probably the first time I ever experienced a hurricane/ tornado/flood/tsunami combo. Including a beetle-green VW rolled up on the beach in the surge.
Once we were all finally awake and schoolbooks finished and stacked for the day, Anna and Eddie flew over from their bus late in the afternoon. Eddie hustled along with two new “plushes” from Mario and company. I heard the three of them chatting in Puck’s room in a pile of toys:
“Guess what.” Puck led the conversation. Being apparently the youngest of the three, this is always appropriate. “Duh udder day, my dad told me dat dere was dis storm coming on duh radar, and I made dis little invention right here dat tells me when duh storm is coming. And it really worked. I already knew it was coming. It’s my invention and it really detected it. It really worked.”
Folding laundry from another room over, I was unable to tell if Anna and Eddie were impressed by this obvious prodigy in their midst. A few towels and washcloths later, I picked up another conversation:
“When I do bad fings, my mom and dad take toys from me and I have to earn dem back. Want to see all duh toys I lost?”
Anna: “Sure!”
Puck: “Come wiff me.”
The solemnity and maturity with which Puck handled the situation was pure comedy. I heard the doorknob turn on El Oso’s office door.
Puck: “See? Dere dey are. A lot of dem, aren’t dere?”
Anna: “Yeah…”
Puck: “But duh cool fing is … when I get free (three) good marks, I can pick what toy I get to take back. Dat’s duh cool fing.”
Still wasn’t sure if Anna was so impressed by this bad boy, but when she pranced (she always prances) into my room to ask if “Calvin” could come back to play at their house, I think I got my answer. Possibly.
Irish had three choir concerts remaining in her high school career. So Grandma, Dad, Mom, myself, Carrie-Bri, and Francis were present to witness the second-to-last adventure in musicality. I think what impressed me the most, however, was Irish’s ability to stand on the back row, until I realized she was probably wearing four inch heels.
Dad treated us three Snicketts ladies to Culver’s Happy Hour on the way home – cookie dough mixers; except for Dad; Butterfinger – and we caught some of the game on Carrie’s laptop at the coffee table. I guess I say it a lot, but this is just how we roll.