Rolling Along

At breakfast, Yali had a little band-aid on his nose. Because he won’t leave scabs alone, Oxbear bandaged him up before he left for work. I was amazed to see that the band-aid lasted throughout the meal. Pretty impressive. It was in the trash before nine o’clock. There’s only so much temptation a two year-old can refuse.

I don’t know how we got on the subject this morning, but somewhere after breakfast, Puck had some thoughts to add about his wardrobe. I had just finished telling him that his clothes took a fair amount of abuse throughout the day.

“Some of them even die, Mom!”

“They definitely do.”

“They do, Mom! Remember in Disney World! My shorts ripped right in half! They died!”

“It’s true. That one died in combat on foreign shores.”

“YEAH!”

I’m not sure if this only inspires him to wear out his clothes faster, or not, but I guess it would happen either way.

I don’t know if it was before or after our walk – Puck trundling down the street on his scooter in helmet and flip-flops – but at some point he found a pencil “glued” to a piece of paper sitting on the kitchen table. This same pencil had been used to stir his scientific solution yesterday. The revelation broke over his face as he realized that he had now become a scientist.

“I MADE GLUE!!!! I MADE SOMETHING USEFUL! I’M A SCIENTIST!”

It was sometime later that afternoon that Puck found the need to further congratulate himself on his scientific endeavors. “My initials should be: Good Artist, Scientist, and Inventor. Oh! And Electronics! Those should be my initials!”

So humble. So, so humble.

Now that this was settled, Puck was free to move on to the rest of the day with things like “freezy pops” and squeezing his little brother in big hugs because he was just too cute to ignore, apparently.

Oxbear rolled up the driveway just in time to put the little man to bed for the night. Huge grins and baby talk, a baby talk that might as well be actual words given the faces of mischief that accompany on a regular basis.