Sweet Sounds

Something popped in El Oso’s back during the night. While controlling the urge to vomit from the pain, it seemed to push itself back in place – whatever it was. We sent him – warily – off to work.

Puck eyed the drawing of an Ozark hellbender in his conservationist magazine that morning:

“Uh … does that thing eat people?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Because uh … it likes fish that has meat in it? And because humans aren’t filled with meat?”

“Well…”

The lamprey eel was also of concern to him:

“Do they ever consider uh … humans?”

However, he was interested, positively, in the idea of a porcupine fish:

“I would like to be one of those. How long do they live?”

“Well, I’m not sure…”

“Never mind then. I don’t want to live for just a year. No way.”

3:00 we departed the premises for Bed Bath & Beyond to the tune of Puck chanting:

“I see Spain, I see France, I see someone’s underpants.”

There were no underpants visible on anyone.

So the first, and potentially last, wedding gift purchase of the year. Five minutes, we were in and out.

We walked around the corner for another rubber ball at Old Navy: lime green. Puck held my hand as we walked in the sunshine, already topping 80, and some wind. We were both happy with the weather, and watched the clouds together.

At home, three kids in the tree, Puck slathered in mud:

“Why does your son like to bathe himself in mud?” Eddie asked me, but didn’t seem to be bothered.

Most of the driveway salt spilled in the yard, too, but, hey. Kids. Two hours later, I served pork chops to Puck.

El Oso joined me later in the evening with a stack of library items, cookies, and just before the cracking thunder and a couple of brief downpours. Sweet sounds of spring.

Puck’s Blog: Age 6: Day #30

Puck’s thoughts on potential upcoming hobbies: sports, music, art, etc.

“I’m not going to do any of that. I’m going to do science. I’m going to invent things. I’m going to invent a flying car, for one. And I think a talking trashcan.”