Sometimes You Just Have to Think

“Soggy, soggy, soggy. I like that word, Mom. Soggies. It’s a fun word to say. I like saying pumas too. Puma. Puma. Puma. Isn’t that a fun word to say?”

My morning had started.

An hour later, Puck sat behind a deck of addition flashcards, slowing down to a meandering chugga-chugga:

“Come on, Puck. You’re taking forever.”

“Mom, when you get older your voice just gets creakier. I’m seven, remember?”

I did.

Once we got through those flashcard decks and everything else that took up the morning, Puck discovered a currently unsolved issue in the family. Rose had been talking about San Diego again. When had she ever stopped, really? So the idea was, if Puck could find someone for her to marry – with speed – she wouldn’t move:

“Do you think that guy at church could marry her, Mom?”

“Which one?”

“You know, the guy who chases the kids around? My schoolmate?”

“Think he might be a tad young, pal… I’m sure you’ll think of someone.”

“AAAH! Think, BRAIN! THINK!! THIIIIINK!!!”

Despite having intentionally worked on his th’s lately, all these “thinks” continued to come out as “finks.” Anyway, I let him mull awhile as I cleaned up lunch dishes. However, Puck’s quandary had still not been solved before Quiet Hour:

“AAAAH! I HAVE THREE PROBLEMS! I’M MISSING A PIECE FOR MY MODEL CAR! I CAN’T FIND ANY MEN FOR MY AUNTS TO MARRY! AND ONION IS ABOUT TO MOVE TO CALIFORNIA IN A FEW MONTHS! SO! I HAVE FOUR DILLEMAS! AAAAAAAH!”

Clearly, I had been assigned to damage control that afternoon. I did my best.

After library, Target, groceries, and ATM, Anna and Eddie were available for play. I took this hour of opportunity to complete a mailing for the Ryes, fold all the laundry, and shovel two loads of discards to the dumpster from the green library.

Dominoes, Wisin y Yandel (Yadi’s music), sandwiches for dinner.

El Oso at church for another tech meeting.

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

“Scientist.”

“Do you have a back-up plan, like, if you can’t do science?”

“Art. Because no one can stop me from doing art. And if a kid tells me I can’t do art, then I will ignore them and keep doing it.”