Navidad - Cinco
With El Oso quickly mended, he made plans to join the Silverspoon Christmas gathering, where Izzy was just finished with the stomach bug himself. Puck and I declined the invitation due to the fading storm of germs, just in case there’s any way to still save ourselves. Puck wasn’t happy about it, but a mama’s got to do what a mama’s got to do.
Fortunately, there are always distractions.
Puck sat at the table waiting on breakfast with a fresh round of Minecraft, espousing the usual stream of content that could only emerge from Minecraft. “Look what my dog did. He almost got burned. Take some regeneration, boy. … Boy, boy! Sit down and take loads of regeneration. Loads!”
He usually talks to inanimate objects, I guess. Sort of like when we watch “I Love Lucy”, and he claps a hand to his forehead when she gets into trouble.
“Oh, Lucy, Lucy,” he says, shaking his head.
So Puck and I had another quiet day of reading Calvin & Hobbes, listening to yet more “Adventures in Odyssey”, staying inside from the cold, and watching yet even more “I Love Lucy” during meals.
“I have a crazy imagination, Mom,” Puck informed me later in the still-chilly afternoon.
We were sitting on the couch with another Calvin & Hobbes. The sun was out, but no kids felt like playing in the icy air.
“Well, I guess you probably have a crazy imagination because your dad has a crazy imagination, and I have a pretty crazy imagination too.”
“Oh, Mom, you have no idea how wild my imagination is, all the crazy stuff I think of while I’m riding in the car.”
I believe it.
By seven o’clock, Puck still wasn’t completely Calvin & Hobbes-ed out, so we continued reading.
And when El Oso returned near Puck’s bedtime, he came with boxes and bags to be unwrapped as part of the final Christmas unveiling. Puck’s goodies included a stack of books and metallic crayons from all the aunts and uncles, and Minecraft Legos and a genuine stuffed Hobbes from Theodore and Gloria; perfect timing.
As for myself, I now had a navy Yadi shirt and my own stack of books. Not to mention the chocolates.
The wealth had rolled in.
Puck clutched Hobbes around the middle as he went to bed for the night. Who says kids can’t enjoy stuffed animals longer than three years?