I Know Why Yali is Bad!
Gray and cold. Cold enough to shiver when we left for school that morning.
Yali and I bought things like a shower curtain and bath mat, some of the few things we needed for the new house – which was actually twelve years older than our first place – before going back to the Silverspoon’s to pack up. Eighty-three days after leaving Wentzville, we were ready for St. Louis.
Both my boys ran around the gym for awhile after carpool, collecting all stray volleyballs during Heidi’s volleyball practice. Yali clearly thought he was some pretty big stuff rolling and kicking them back in. And when Puck slugged one hard enough to hit the ceiling, he almost popped a button off his vest.
We hit the road back home for burgers. Puck and I had thoughts to share.
“Hey, Puck, did you notice how Yali behaves himself more when he can just run around instead and get out some energy?”
This was a revelation for Puck. “Mom! I know why Yali is bad so much of the time! You know how back in Colombia he was living in a very poor place, so there weren’t as many buildings and he could run around everywhere? He probably remembers that. He doesn’t like to be held down, you know? He likes to run around. That’s why he doesn’t even like sitting in his car seat! So that’s why he’s bad sometimes!”
With that situation cleared up, Puck looked out the window to all the gray cold.
“Mom? Did you know that many farmers commit tax fraud?”
“I did… not…”
“Yeah, I mean how could they afford all that land?”
“Well, usually farms have been in the family for hundreds of years.”
“Oh. … Well, for all the farmers who haven’t had that land for hundreds of years, they’ve probably committed tax fraud.”
When we got back, Yali was busy screaming about something again. So Puck pulled him close and held him.
“Now, buddy, listen to me. Listen to me. I’m going to get your firetruck for you. But I can’t always do this for you, okay? I can’t always get what you want when you’re being bad. So you can’t scream anymore, okay?”
Countdown till moving: 2 days.