Quiet Times

Puck and Collette were busy at home. There was a fuzzy dark purple blanket that Collette had bought to put on the couch several months ago. It was one of Puck’s favorite things.
Every time they read books together, which was about a dozen times a day, he wasn’t satisfied to open the cover until the blanket was tucked snuggled around them.
And Tuesday morning, Collette spread the blanket over the kitchen table. Puck had his first tent. He read books underneath it and ate cinnamon puffins. He was one happy camper.
“Ok, Puck, time to brush your teeth,” Collette called to him.
“Teeth! Teeth!” Puck declared, running for the bathroom.
He excitedly took his little white toothbrush and chewed on it for the next several minutes.
Later, they ran errands. Between depositing a check at the bank and returning from the shoe store, gas spiked twenty-seven cents.
“Isn’t that just the way it works, buddy,” Collette said to Puck.
Puck agreed, still oblivious to the politics and finances of the world.
“Let’s hope it stays that way for awhile,” Collette thought to herself.