New Chair

Puck was enjoying his new high chair that OLeif had picked up for him on Easter Sunday evening. The painted version with the bees and the butterflies had finally become too small.
“Kind of feel sorry for the old fella,” said OLeif, as he stowed it in the basement. “He’s served us well.”
And the new plastic throne version was interesting enough to have Puck examining the wheels, locks, and added mechanisms for the next several days. He was also very proud of himself for learning how to climb in and out of this fancy chair.
The day was another chilly one. Gray. Not exactly unconventional for April because St. Louis weather was, after all, always unpredictable.
Later in the morning, Puck was happy to sit in his high chair and analyze the three pocket schedule books that Collette kept for writing a book series on the side. He thought he was very important to look through these calendars and talked to himself about it.
He had also lately taken to telling everyone if something scared him or did not scare him. This was a trick he had picked up while OLeif and Collette were in Iceland.
“Not scared, not scared,” Puck said that morning as he looked through his ‘I Spy’ book and located the ‘lonely eye’ at the top of the page.
“Scared? Scared?” he said later, running to Collette when he saw a strange red truck parked outside the house.
Collette was feeling the pressured headaches of changing seasons and tried not to compound it with an overdose of typing.
That evening, she and OLeif discussed study habits before OLeif returned to the full set of monitors at his desk to prepare for his midterm.