Saturday Staples

“Come on, Dad! There’s a whole jiffy of coal down here!”

Saturday morning.

Windows open.

Twelve more kitchen cabinets, Puck’s room – again, and office supplies organized and my morning was already done. I was sort of stuffed up in my throat and my back hurt, but what can you do. I’m a mama; things must be done.

Bær drained the last freeze-dried pea pods, an oddly sickening snack, cleaned his office, and played a few hours of Minecraft with the young boy of blonde hair mushrooming off the top of his head. I supposed it was time to give them both hair cuts again.

Puck walked back through the front door after conversing with the neighbor girl over the fence.

“DAD! CAN I USE YOUR UMBRELLA?! IT’S TOO HOT OUTSIDE!”

“No, son.”

“BUT I NEED TO USE IT, DAD! IT’S A HEAT BRAIN OUT THERE! IT’S A HEAT BRAIN!”

Puck stared inside the large trash bin in the Silverspoon’s driveway.

“What’s in there?”

“Trash.”

Wait for it…

“I want some of that.”

Every time.

Gloria pushed Puck on the tree swing, and they dug up the flower bed.

Theodore ate eggs and bacon and left with Bær to buy wood and other manly things.

However, before leaving, Theodore advised me that Gloria had hidden Reeses peanut butter cups for me. Bwah ha.

Puck was preparing to spend the night while Bær joined a Puerto Rican fellow from church, Rose, and her co-worker at Crown Candy Kitchen for dinner.

“The tree out by the side of Nana’s house is dying,” Puck explained to me calmly. “I think it has a disease. I wasn’t noticing it. Because I wasn’t paying attention. Who knows? Poisonous disease? Who knows? I have no idea. It could kill a person. I’m not sure if it can, but you never know.”

So I hung around at the Silverspoon’s till almost midnight. Talked over Caribbean cruises with Gloria. Korean. A lot of Korean. And some of those Reeses peanut butter cups.