Pizza & Flour Bombs

A day for rain.
Puck sat to observe Trooper eating a badminton birdie. He stared with interest as the dog carefully munched around the striped ball, gnawing the plastic weave to bits. Puck picked up the remains and brought it over to show his mom.
As a treat, Mom brought Collette, Francis, and Linnea to Pizza Street for lunch. (Carrie stayed at the house with Puck because she wasn’t hungry.) So they sat by the window with the Lindenwood football team at the table behind them. Collette’s favorite pizza was hot out of the oven, the very white Alfredo pizza. Then Francis and Linnea went to the ice cream machine. Francis returned with a perfectly swirled cone.
“Look, it’s a gnome,” he said, after he had licked the top into a pointed cap.
He worked down the sweet tower until it was a more rounded figure.
“Now it’s a Jew,” he said, “with a Hanukkah on top.”
“You mean yamaka,” Mom said, laughing at him.
The afternoon was cool. Showers came and went. Puck woke up from his nap to play with the old flashlight the kids had when they were very young. He enjoyed watching the colors switch from red to white to green, as Collette turned the knob. Then he amused himself with the magnetic alphabet set on the fridge which sang the alphabet to him.
And before Francis got around to his math test, he filled leftover rose holders from Rose’s graduation (little green canisters) with flour.
“Bombs!” he grinned.
Shortly later, there was a blast shot in the backyard as Francis tossed the lit “bomb” into the air. It definitely had a rattle.
“That wasn’t too good,” said Francis.
He continued to experiment with more.
After Linnea’s and Amelia’s plans for swimming at the Rec-Plex were thwarted (due to the pool being closed until September), Mom brought them back the house.
“I’ll take them on a hike,” Carrie offered. “Then I’ll bring them by Redbox and let them pick out a movie to watch.”
“Thanks, Carrie,” said Mom. “How far are you hiking?”
“Oh, five miles…” said Carrie. “They just don’t know that yet.”
The girls chattered as they prepared to leave. Mom got them water bottles from the garage. Collette packed them several of Carrie’s chocolate chip cookie wedges in a paper bag. Carrie got the Platypus backpack together.
“Grewe thinks this thing is going to grow into my skin,” she said. “I wear it so much.”
Still, things were less lively with Rose away for the week.