Something in the Water
Monday, April 23, 2012
Puck was writing words that morning, thinking about some fun things he liked, or would like to do, with his dad.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to fall off the Arch into the river with Daddy” he asked with a big grin. “Daddy would splash the whole riverbed out. Wouldn’t he?”
He followed this with listening to the Peanuts theme song jingle from his birthday card from the family, which Francis had signed – “The Big Bully”.
After Spanish and floor puzzles, Puck was eager to get out around the neighborhood on his new wheels. He had been asking since the previous evening. So the enthusiastic big boy pulled on his chucks and a scuffed Kiwi bicycle helmet over his Cardinals skull cap, exploding down the driveway into cool sunshine.
Clouds pushed in around noon.
Before adjusting to Quiet Hour, Puck rummaged for trinkets in his box in the living room. One of these objects was a green spiral seashell…
“Mama. I wonder how this shell got here. Probably there was an… hah-normous [enormous] wave! Probably in the big flood!”
Word from Rose arrived at 1:30. Scheherazade, the lioness cat, was definitely expecting a litter. Not exactly the news Rose had wanted to hear. Kittens for everyone.
While Collette was involved in that situation, Puck had pulled out his rock collection…
“This is the best carving rock ever. See how much crumbs I made? Keys are good digging tools. Do you know that?”
After Puck chatted with the mail lady again, to thank her for the lollipop she had left him in the mailbox on Saturday, he continued his carving in the afternoon.
“Want to listen to some music, bud?” Collette asked him.
“Yes. Some carving music.”
Carving led way to digging in the backyard with a wrench and eyeglasses tool where Puck said he was busy making a “School Bus Spying Place”. All out in the fresh air.
Puck had questions at dinner during his catechism…
“Did God make hell?”
“Well, He made all things, didn’t He?”
“Yes… Well, can you tell me if He made a planet for hell? Like, its own dirt planet?”
“Well, I can’t tell you that. Because I don’t know. But God knows.”
“Well I sure don’t want to know. Hell is a horrible place.”