Keep Back, Pirates

Another Thursday gone in a shot. I choked down one more cupful of disgusting mixed berry yogurt for breakfast before tearing through about a third of the study bookshelves – further organizational purposes – before leaving for the Big House.

Carrie-Bri and Linnea-Irish talked spiders.

“Carrie, that big spider crawled back under the couch last night, you know.”

“It did not. Dad killed it.”

“It did too.”

“Was it fat?”

“Yes. It was a sort of see-through brown?”

“Yes, Dad killed that one.”

Carrie eyed Snuggles lounging on the counter. The Snicketts House Spider Patrol was officially off duty. “Worthless,” she chided him. He clearly did not care.

When I picked Puck up from school, he was getting more pumped for the biathlon on Saturday.

“But what if I’m sleepy that morning? The past two days I’ve been really sleepy in the morning.” I could hear him thinking it through. “It’s okay. I will be crisp by the time the race starts.”

Homework and bikes for Puck with Anna in the street while I made dinner. Puck’s sweet potato was moaning like a banshee in the microwave. Crackers’ ears went back in self-defense at the offending sound. She’s been a little stir-crazy since Puck went to school. I even left music on for her when I left that afternoon – some old female Gregorian chant on endless repeat. She did seem a little more calm then usual when we returned.

After dinner, Puck chose his sleeping costume for the evening.

“Where’s my work-out shirt, Mom?”

“Your muscleman shirt?”

“Yup. Do you think that would be ‘appro-piate’ to wear for the biathlon?”

“I’m sure it would.”

He proudly put on the striped top in question to test it out, with a pair of red pajama shorts, then carted out his large cardboard box of Legos, crafting new machines on the couch while I read books to him.

He explained, “I have lots of creativity tonight.”