One Last Round
“Dad? Can I have this?”
Sunday morning wake-up call: Puck requesting transfer of possession of one old Nintendo joystick from his dad to himself.
“Sure,” Oxbear mumbled, hardly able to coherently make such important decisions regarding valuable property at such an early hour.
When I joined Puck in the kitchen about ten minutes later, the joystick was already being dismantled.
“Mom, can you just unscrew this part?”
At the point, why not. I did so, and then began to crack it open.
“Uh uh uh,” he rushed in. “I’ll do the honors, Mom.”
Crack.
“Wow. There’s a series of engineering in there! There’s a series of engineering in that box!”
The whole thing was completely disemboweled before his oatmeal was finished. Spread out all over the table. Nothing like Christmas vacation to allow for the temporary combination of inventions and breakfast.
Light snow in the morning: paper scraps.
Church was lacking a few Snicketts family members that morning. Mom and Dad decided to stay home with Carrie-Bri and Linnea-Irish for one more “recovery day”. This left Joe and Jaya, Rose, and Francis to fend for themselves, gastronomically speaking. Fortunately they were covered by the monthly church luncheon.
“Yeah, I’m staying,” Rose said. “There’s no way I’m going to the grocery store for lunch. All I have back home is cinnamon rolls, cheese, and Icelandic vodka.”
Our small family of three, however, reconvened at the Silverspoon house yet one more time to see the remaining out-of-towners over Papa Murphy’s pizza and “Sabrina”, silver-screen style.
But when Elvis woke from his nap, he needed some energy run-off. This meant traveling the escalator at the mall about thirty times. So while Gloria and Kitts drove him over there to do that, Oxbear baked chocolate chips cookies, Izzy packed for school, and Theodore switched on the football game. All this occurred after Relevance had discussed with Puck why, exactly, Puck claimed to “hate Christmas”.
“I don’t hate Jesus’ birthday,” Puck emphasized at one point. “I just hate what represents Christmas.”
I’d say it’s time for Christmas vacation to come to an end.