One Week Down

“Puck! Go brush your teeth!” Oxbear commanded from across the house.

The boys had five minutes before they had to leave for school. Puck, donned in school uniform for his second day, wasn’t sure if his range and mobility could still remain in the same shape.

“I CAN’T BRUSH MY TEETH! IF I REACH UP TO THE CABINET, IT WILL PULL MY SHIRT OUT!”

Every weekday afternoon at three o’clock is basically a holiday now, as far as the boys are concerned. Puck walks out in his navy shorts and monogrammed polo, dragging along his Big Hero 6 backpack on wheels, which he immediately drops off with me so that he can carry Yali out to the car, both of them grinning and giggling at each other the whole way.

Movie night on the home front. Joe, Jaya, and Rose were out barbecuing some place, so they missed out on artichoke dip, Wheat Thins, and “The Naked Jungle”.

As a brooding Charleton Heston sauntered across the screen, sweat emulating from his arm pits, Francis paused to consider.

“I think I’ve seen him somewhere before…”

As the movie dragged on longer and longer without getting to the main point – miles of flesh-eating army ants – Carrie and I wondered about our childhood memories of this film.

“I don’t remember all this romantic stuff…”

“We missed every single one of those innuendos.”