I've Got to Go to College

“Puck, time to get up.”

I waited at the mouth of the dark bedroom for some sign of stirring. Reception on a weekday morning usually amounts to nothing more than a “mmmpppfff”, or sometimes a “gggrrr”, or if I’m very fortunate, an “I don’t want to get up.”

Today, however, Puck decided to toss in something a little different. “Mom. I forgot about time. And I was playing with it because we were on the edge.”

Someone had apparently been enjoying a few weird early morning dreams.

Yali tossed his rubber chicken on the carpet in a small rage when we arrived at school just in time for carpool. I don’t remember what the mini temper tantrum was about. But he certainly takes after his big brother in the “bringing weird things to school” department.

It was about four o’clock in the afternoon. The hallways of school were quiet again. And Hans’ classroom was also remarkably still for a Tuesday afternoon. Probably because Joe was watching “Winnie the Pooh” on my phone after downing a large lollipop – a gift from Annie-Bea – which he liked to call a “soccer ball”.

Meanwhile, Puck and Heidi had finally settled into their math homework. When conversation wasn’t centered around the ridiculous – which was often – they occasionally waxed into the more serious areas of life, such as their academic futures.

“Well,” Puck sighed, “I’ve got to do this math now. I’ve got to go to college some day, and I can’t do that if I don’t finish the 4th grade.”

Heidi slouched back in her seat. “I don’t want to go to college.” Then she straightened up a little. “But I’m going to, because I want to be a teacher. A P.E. Teacher.”

On that note, they both almost finished their math before it was time to leave.

Back to the Silverspoon’s for lasagna. There are a few things Puck doesn’t look upon kindly in the food department, namely “fish” and “anything with red sauce”. Unfortunately for him, Oxbear loves lasagna, so I make lasagna.

“You’d better eat that without complaining, pal,” I warned him. “I didn’t take an hour and a half out of my day to make that for you only to get a – ‘That’s disgusting!’”

He ate his lasagna.

Countdown till moving: 4 days.