Movie Night
Puck talked quietly to his donkey during sitting practice.
“Listen to the sky. Donkey, listen to the clouds.”
And then he talked about dipping sauces to his mama, which were one of his new favorite things for meals. Ranch, mayonnaise, sour cream, chili sauce, etc. Whatever fit the occasion.
For the morning, Collette opened the windows to shifting skies and mild breezes while Puck made his donkey dance to the tunes of his musical turtle, a Christmas gift from Grandma Snicketts, four months before he was born.
In the afternoon, Puck splashed in his tub outside while Collette drew pictures of hot air balloons and trees for him with his sidewalk chalk.
A short time after Puck was freshly washed in his bubble bath with root beer shampoo, powdered, and dressed in his mismatched Spongebob and Mr. Incredible pajamas, Rose arrived just in time for dinner.
She sat at the table with him and taught him how to hold one finger over his lips and say, ‘Shhhhhh….’
Puck thought this was ingenious, and practiced his new shushing for the rest of the meal.
“Shhhh, Onion,” he’d command Rose in a whisper. “Listen to the birds.”
At about six-thirty, Joe walked in the door just in time to help read Goodnight Moon to Puck before his bedtime.
OLeif came back from seminary not long later with two packages of vanilla wafer cookies to reimburse Joe for having eaten all of his strawberry wafer cookies the previous week.
Joe was very happy.
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “This is one food I could eat forever and never stop. My stomach lusts for it. There’re other foods I could eat forever too. Buttered noodles. Salads. I could eat a whole full-size salad. We should conduct an experiment, OLeif. See which foods we could eat forever.”
“Um…” OLeif thought. “Burgers… Pizza… Any Italian food…”
Meanwhile, Rose hacked away at the nearly very last of the floor tile in the basement before she and Joe departed for the coffee house to meet up with Erasmus.
And then back to OLeif’s once more for movie night with Magnus who had just gotten off work and joined them all in the basement.
“Hi everyone,” he announced. “Hello, Yoko. Hello, John Lennon. You know why I’m calling you that? Because your door was open. He got shot that way.”
Outside, lightening cracked through the skies. Rain poured. And thunder roared as they watched Howl’s Moving Castle.