Like a Pirate

“MOM!” Puck yelled from the kitchen. “I WANT MORE MILK!”

“Okay. Pour yourself some.”

“OKAY! WHERE IS IT?”

I decided not to reply.

It was almost seven o’clock on “Talk Like a Pirate Day”, and Puck was wrapping up breakfast to don his garb, which was nothing more than a two-dollar pirate hat, and an eye patch from Walgreen’s, which turned out to be an actual usable eye patch because Oxbear couldn’t find any costume versions.

“Okay, Puck, we’ve got to go. Brush your teeth and meet us out in the car.”

“But, Mom, pirates don’t brush their teeth.”

During carpool, Heidi came out to briefly raid the little candy treasure box that Puck had received at class.

“PUCK! PUCK! PUCK! Can I PLEASE have a tootsie roll! PLEASE!!”

Puck just looked reluctantly at her. “Well…”

“PLEASE!”

“Okay… But just one more.”

It’s not like Heidi hasn’t given him candy from her dad’s desk almost every single day since school started up again. But I also think batting her big blue eyes at him probably helped sweeten the deal.

After dinner, Puck and I talked through Genesis 8 together. He had a few closing thoughts for me, methodically directing his hands like he was giving a presentation.

“Some people think man just kind of ‘came up’. But he had to be created. Someone had to do it. But then God has always been here infinitely, so that’s kind of confusing…”

“Well, that’s just how powerful He is. He is God, after all.”

“Right. So He was infinitely here this way, and then He stopped to make us, and then He goes infinitely that way, too.”

“And so do we.”

“God is like a line in math, and we’re like a segment that goes one direction.” Puck said as he walked to the sink to wash sticky pirate treasure Laffy Taffy off his hands. “Someday I’m going to look back on this and realize that I had some good questions.”