Mother's Day 1

It was pre-Mother’s Day. So they piled themselves in the car for the Silverspoon’s that Saturday morning, after a few stops on the way. Border’s for several moleskins for Collette: a small red one, and then two tiny versions in lime and avocado. Then to Schnucks florist for a bunch of yellow mums for Gloria.
“Get it?” OLeif asked. “Mums for Mum’s Day?”
Puck was also bringing his hand-painted masterpiece for his nana. Or, as he had been lately pronouncing it: Neena.
Puck’s conversations were becoming rather lengthy, if not fragmented.
“’Puter boken,” he said to his papa. “’Puter boken.”
“Oh, yes, the computer is broken,” Theodore replied. “We have to fix it.”
Puck stared at the broken computer.
“Sadkjfhawe Home, sadkjfhawe home, home,” he said next, whatever that meant. “Coat off, coat off. Corner.”
He ran to sit himself in the corner, because apparently he thought he had done something bad.
“Nana outside? Nana outside?”
“I have to cook first,” Nana replied.
“’Cookin, ‘cookin!” Puck said. “Chair! Daddy chair? Out. Out. Bring chair out. More cheese, Daddy. Mama. More cheese.”
And on and on and on and on it went.
That evening, OLeif went out to the movies with Rose, Augustus, and Erasmus to see Star Trek.