Maybe Monday was a Fluke
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Puck always found “treasures at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house”. This time, it was two sacks of “Highlights” and “Ranger Rick” magazines from the early 90’s. And a black cloth with tiny shiny dots on it, which Puck thought were…
“It has dudes on it.”
That was from Monday.
Fleeting snapshots of a louder, summery morning. Thick bright glittery star stickers. Nachos with optional jalapeno. And Puck got his kindness trophy.
Slightly… disturbing… song lyrics for the “Ten Commandment Boogie”, including Commandment #7…
“Seven feels like heaven but only with your husband or wife.”
Yikes…
And still no blow-ups, cry-outs, cut-ups, crash-downs, first aid, mangles, brawls. Nothing four year-old about it.
Sweet relief.
“When will Vacation Bible School come again?” Puck asked, as the big blue lump drove home.
“In one year.”
“One year?”
“Yup.”
“Wow. I fought [thought] it would be fifty thousand years.”
“Not quite.”
Puck reflected on the “Penny Wars” of the morning – who could bring the most change for the Good News Club fund – the boys or the girls. The boys had taken Monday and Tuesday.
“I just feel sorry for the girls, though,” Puck said thoughtfully. “They didn’t win. I just feel sorry for them.”
About this time, OLeif texted in a request to eat at Dickey’s BBQ for lunch, sealing it with a persuasive…
“It’s my birthday week!”
Puck catnapped Madeline in his room during Quiet Hour, “getting her used to me”. Except for frantic meows at the end, everything seemed to go pretty well. Puck had a decently gentle hand with animals.
He always had hidden chambers of energy.
An hour of park planted with brightly painted metal apparatus was just the ticket.
As Puck breezed home with a splash of water on his hair to cool his extremities, he talked to Collette in the mirror…
“There. Does my hair look pleasant?”
“It does, sir.”
During dinner, Puck removed one of the sparkling orange stars from the morning’s project and stuck a paper clip through it…
“This is my kite now,” he said. “And it will be a cross so that I know I’m the army of God’s cross. And I will tell people about God and fly it in the sky. This kite is going to fly super well. Did you know that? And the bad boys will see it and I will tell them… I love God more than anything, Mama… I’m going to save the world, Mom. Do you know how? By showing a cross in the sky for all of the bullies in the world. I’m going to fly it into space. That would take a hundred strings. A thousand strings.”
Collette folded laundry while Puck boogied to the same song twenty times over from the Go Fish VBS soundtrack over a plate of chicken. He was still dancing, hand motions included, two baskets of laundry later.
Rose checked in – strep throat – poor kid.