Puck's Thoughts
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
In which the evening is light, and Collette is not entirely sure that she is happy about it.
“Mama. Soon I will let you be married.”
“I thought I was already married.”
“Soon I will let you be married to Daddy. Not already married. You have to go back.”
“Go back where?”
“Back to the married station.”
“Where is that?”
“It’s far away up in the treetops. And I will miss you, Mama.”
Then Puck began to play Little House on the Prairie with Pa over his breakfast.
That was the start of Tuesday morning.
Francis arrived at around ten o’clock for the usual tutoring session.
While Francis got busy with that, Puck tied the end of a yo-yo to the lid of Collette’s silver teapot and took it for a walk.
Between cream pops and math for Francis, Puck brought out the bath scale.
“See what I weigh, Francis,” Puck said with a grin.
He hopped on the scale.
“Forty-one pounds…” Francis read.
Then Francis gave it a go.
“One-sixty.”
“I weight forty pounds than you!” Puck declared. “I weight forty pounds than you!”
Later during the same math session, Puck was curious…
“Mama,” he said, “if you don’t have eye juice, you will explode, right?”
“Well, you won’t explode…”
“See me making eye juice?” he asked, holding his eyes closed tightly shut.
After a viewing of an episode of Pingu with Puck and another root beer cream pop, Francis packed up and left for home, then to pick up the Fit from the oil change at the dealership, and then for choir. It was madrigal dinner week, and things were busy.
The eaves were dripping all day. Highs for St. Patrick’s were predicted at 75.
Tilapia was on for dinner.
Peppermint for dessert, for Puck.
OLeif returned from class.
Puck down quietly for the night, though still quite bright at seven o’clock, which didn’t seem exactly right…
Readings of the end times and the sixth season of BallyK, which they had never watched.
In other news…
Violet Gentles was having a baby girl.