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Munch, munch, munch.

Puck, almost-Danish-blonde fat-cheeked boy, sitting next to me on the bed early that morning, snapping circuits together, munching giant pretzel sticks. I should have taken them away of course, it being pre-breakfast and all, but it’s his birthday week… He was pretty intent on his electronics board.

MEOW! … MEOW!

Crackers implored undecipherable requests from the bedroom door. Puck was having none of her shenanigans:

“Crackers,” he lightly accosted her. “Stop being a whiny pants! You already have everything you want! It’s not your birthday … is it?”

I brushed the crumbs out of the sheets before kicking off the day.

 

While I switched out loads of laundry later in the morning, I heard Puck from the couch:

“Mom? Is my baby brudder going to be a boy or a girl?”

“Well … I guess I’d hope your brother would be a boy.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s a boy too. We would have so much fun together. I could show him how to play Minecraft. I wouldn’t be boddered a bit.”

Ambitious plans, my friend. Two year-olds and computers don’t mix on any advisable level.

 

It was cold again. Fooled back and forth for some time now.

Puck and I hustled through a little light afternoon rain for groceries, Puck hanging onto the back of the cart with his red wellies and snowman gloves, observing the world with active hazel eyes. One thing they snagged was a giant pink sparkly Hello Kitty clock that he wanted to buy for Anneliese. I advised he wait on that one.

 

Somewhere between mashing avocados and folding bath towels in the early evening, I looked out the window. Snow. Snow in April. It had been some time. Nothing stuck of course, mixed with the rain too, but I felt a little more removed from those beaches and palm trees than I was a week ago.

 

El Oso landed himself a seven o’clock website meeting at church, feeling crumby from the weather.

And while Puck fell asleep for the night, I got to see Tony catch a game in frozen Milwaukee. Some spring we’re all having here.

 

Puck’s Weekly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:

“Scientist”

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