Keep it Light

“Dad, prepare to get trampled by Crackers. She hears the tunafish.”

Bær is good to our cat. He always leaves her the tuna can. Crackers may not seem grateful, but I think she still appreciates his generosity.

Puck was still cracking jokes…

Why did the milk say ‘milk’? Because the moo said ‘moo’. Get it? Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!”

And asking endless questions…

“Could we destroy an old record player to get the diamond out?”

Often randomly…

“Don’t you think those Egyptian people were a little, you know… foolish? for putting holes in their roofs so when it rained it would flood their whole house?”

Puck continued his show into the afternoon…

“WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? May I have the Lego [unintelligible]… GET IT?! A HA HA HA HA HA!”

Pause.

“Do you like my song, Mom?”

“What was that you sang about Legos?”

“Ok, ok. I’ll sing it again. WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS? WHY DO CATS GET SO SERIOUS?…”

So much for that Quiet Hour…

Errands, literally everyone wearing Cardinals apparel. I love a good camaraderie. Red duct tape for Puck’s baseball costume that Carrie was preparing for him. Split a pomegranate juice.

After a shower of punchy questions involving the island of Patmos for Puck’s final reading of the day – I was getting a little tired – Bær brought back some Trader Joe’s tulips and a little cinnamon broom for Puck from Trader Joe’s.

I guess there wasn’t really much left to say by about ten that night. Two shots left in a cold city up north.