Super Hero Recovery Speed
A footy-pajama-ed figure zoomed past the open bedroom door, arms thrown out, one forward one back, super hero style.
“PUCK! Don’t get into the food yet!”
I was prepared. Earlier, around 4AM, Puck had woken asking food and drink. Two more Saltines and water. I nixed his huge idea of a big glass of “wonderful cold milk”, however. Then he gave me his menu plan for the day before Bær put him back in bed.
Several hours later, that robust young chap was hunting his breakfast.
“Mom? For the first course, can you turn on Adventures in Odyssey? One Adventures in Odyssey for each course. My first course will be crackers and water, then bread, and then oatmeal.”
“Alright, we’ll take this one thing at a time. Start with your crackers and chicken broth.”
“Can’t I have bread in this course too, Mom? See? They’re both bread. Just cooked bread.”
I left the room for a minute.
Slurp, slurp, slurp!
“DONE WITH THE SOUP COURSE! READY FOR THE BREAD COURSE!”
“Honey, I want you to take it easy. Let your stomach settle.”
“It’ll settle my stomach fine, Mom. I assure you.”
My boy. The boy who found a piece of scrap metal at the park on Saturday and remembered that night while already in bed that he had accidentally left it behind.
“Did I really leave it at the park, Mom? I feel so shameful …”
Puck sorted through the whole sack of mail waiting for the recycling bin in a cold afternoon of half-sunshine.
“I’m going to use these for drawing papers, Mom. These can be used for fabulous drawings. You know how I’m such a great draw-er?”
Humility, my son. Humility.
But Puck’s primary morning project – while we read about Louis XIII and XIV – had been crafting a glass Oberweiss milk jug into a model of his best bud, Anneliese, complete with shiny pink Mardi Gras necklace, googly eye, glass gem (with Sharpie-ed pupil) eye, and little u-shaped smile (also in Sharpie). The finishing touch was a small plastic red heart dropped inside the jar. I figured he must be missing his buddy. There was also the confession he made to me that night while we finished up Garfield Fat Pack Volume 3 …
“Mom, some of the girls at the playground liked me, but I told them I already had a girlfriend.”
Does it really start in First Grade?
At least he’s loyal.