Pause for Life Identification

Puck was mildly concerned that an upcoming youth retreat for Bær meant the possibility of limited Minecraft interaction with his father…

“Dad! Dad! Can’t you play with me?”

“Sorry, son, but I don’t think I’ll be able to play Minecraft while I’m gone. They don’t have wi-fi.”

Puck thought about this for a few moments…

“DAD! YOU COULD BRING SIX MILES OF TELEPHONE WIRE!”

Nice estimate.

After breakfast, Puck watched me stir another glass of hot triphala tea.

“What’s that taste like, Mom?”

“Uhm… sort of like grass.”

He looked at the swirling brown plant matter…

“Prpb’ly tastes like a dead hornet,” he concluded.

Puck sequestered himself on the couch for Minecraft, overwhelmed by the new options at his fingertips…

“Look, Mom! They have red tulips! And purple glass, and orange sand! This is amazing! I can’t believe it! Oh, this is way too much!”

The wonders. I guess purple glass is pretty amazing.

Earlier, I had put a question to Puck…

“Is there anything else you love besides Minecraft?”

“Of course. Bacon and eggs.”

Before bed, he had jokes.

“Why did the person cross the street?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“To get across the street. Get it?”

Giggle, giggle, giggle.

“Why did the bird tweet?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“To make music. Get it? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!”

My son.