Numbers & Numbers
Monday, November 28, 2011
In which work is done…
An enormous bowl of yogurt for Puck that morning; he was becoming full…
“My mouth is about to not eat anymore, Mama…”
Collette had allowed the Christmas station to be turned on, now that the festive season was in high gear. Puck was already busy rocking out to some Trans-Siberian Orchestra. This basically equaled swaying back and forth about two inches from one side to the next.
“Mama,” he said later, “I don’t want to learn today.”
“Too bad, buddy. You’ll be learning until the day you die.”
Linnea-Irish arrived at 10:30 for algebra, in minty green nails with gold circle glitter, like 1960’s space age bubbles.
“I watch. And you play school, Lila,” Puck commanded. “Learn, Lila, else or you’ll die.”
So Linnea, in azalea pink sweatshirt, got down to business after mentioning something about Evangeline’s mom once owning a six-legged octopus…
Grilled cheese and a third of a brownie waffle bowl sundae staved off Linnea’s hunger and boredom throughout the subsequent three hours of studies. A little ukulele. And Puck played ‘ship’ in the basement…
“Hey, ho! The land has appeared! Red hot lava, and it goes streaming up there and then it goes kersplash!”
This was followed with shared cocoa for both.
And then Carrie-Bri and Lucia joined them at 3:30 to work out some business figures with Collette for an hour.
As the girls departed, the air was taking on that strange late-autumn foggish pink.
Over dinner, Puck was taking after his Uncle Francis from olden days, opening up his bag of jokes…
“Mama. What has four wheels and four feet?”
“I don’t know.”
“A garbage truck.”
“What has four feet?”
“I don’t know. A horse?”
“Does it?”
“Yup.”
“Oh. What has four wheels and four feet?”
“A garbage truck?”
“A garbage truck and a horse!”
[Big grin.]
And another run of the numbers with Carrie over video chat once the little chub-chub was down for the night.
OLeif returned with York Peppermint Patties.
His hair was getting a little wild…
“You’ve got a mane going on back there,” Collette told him. “You really should look in a mirror right now.”
His response was expected…
“I’ve seen the mane. I invented it. I am the mane.”