It's a Waiting Game

It was clearly the fog before the storm. Red and red in Boston. I have a hard time with the east coast in general.

I heard Puck on an “off week” Minecraft session during Quiet Hour…

“Come one and all… to monster’s vacation.”

Crackers had crawled under a roll of blanket on my bed, purring in her kitty cave. Sometimes she can be sort of sweet, I guess. Then Francis called – brief college course consult. Puck called to me from the living room…

“I’m making a vacation spot for monsters so they don’t pick on village people. I’m pretty proud of it. You should come see it. All the lava spots are covered up now.”

Sounds of the twenty-first century.

Later in the afternoon, Puck decided to hit the open road on his bike. I suggested he first change his pants that had holes in the knees…

“Mom, I want to look cool by wearing pants that have holes in them. Usually people who want to look proud, wear them.”

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

Puck jumped on the trampoline, holding onto my arms for added bounce effect.

“Mom, my pants are falling down. Let me hold onto one arm, while you hold up my pants in the back.”

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

He grinned, “I like to invent!”

“That’s not inventing. That’s just having your mama do the work for you.”

Dimples, “But it is an invention!”

We sat on the couch to discuss sea life, including flat fish, some who managed to disguise themselves better than others…

“That guy’s pretty good,” Puck concluded, pointing to a flounder, and then to a young dab, “But that guy’s pretty dumb!”

Puck practiced Spanish while mopping the living room floor.

Water.

Everywhere.

“If any burglars try to rob us, they don’t stand a chance! This floor is as wet as a bean as soon as it’s ‘tooken’ out of water.”

Bær came home late with groceries and eight roses, red and white. And an entire box of aerated Hershey’s chocolate bars…

“They were 60% off,” he explained. “I figured they might be discontinuing them. Just make sure they last you the next six weeks.”

I couldn’t pinky promise that or anything, but I’d try my darnedest.