Taking it Easy
Carrie-Bri and Puck were busy brokering a business deal at the dining room table during lunch. Pans of chicken and home-grown veggies had already been passed around. Because Puck had agreed to clean the bunny room in four sessions over two days in exchange for a shiny new Playmobil RV camper, a contract was necessary. Puck presented Carrie with a sheet of paper and a silver crayon. Two minutes later, Carrie had written up the contract, signed her name, and passed him the crayon to add his own.
“Read the fine print first,” Rose warned him.
Puck’s eyes grew wide when he observed the asterisk next to Playmobil RV camper.
“Or hugs and kisses?!”
He ran back into the kitchen and returned with a pair of Mom’s scissors. Snip, snip, snip. The asterisk was amended, and he signed the contract.
We had a quiet one going: ipads, laptops, movies, baseball, etc., scattered around the house. Puck brought the neighbor kids on more tours through the treehouse and various attractions in the yard. At one point during the middle of Mom’s and Dad’s nap, he threw open the patio door.
“LOOK WHAT MY FRIEND FOUND IN THE YARD! I THINK IT’S A FOSSIL AND I WANT TO KEEP IT!”
The “fossil” turned out to be a hefty chunk of dark green melted glass. Of course Rose, upon detailed examination, told them it was volcanic rock. Just to make the find more interesting. Puck was informed that, no, just because his friend found it in “Puck’s yard,” Puck did not retain automatic ownership of the “rock.” He learned a lot today about life.
“Let’s do something,” Rose groaned when four o’clock slipped by.
Mom and Dad had just woken up from their naps a few minutes ago.
“You know, when you were kids, you all had no problem just sitting around on Sunday afternoons,” Dad informed us.
“Yeah, but that’s because we were kids,” Rose explained.
“Well, we’re having an ice cream dinner,” Dad added.
Custard, more like. Burgers and custard at Freddy’s, where we met Francis. Joe and Jaya also joined the ride, recently back from their weekend camping trip in Ha Ha Tonka State Park (yes, that place actually does exist). But Carrie and Rose split ways to find new haunts in South City with Lucia.
Irish stared at the baskets of burgers and fries, and the mini M&M concretes that Puck and I were working on.
“You sure you don’t want anything?” Dad asked her.
“No,” she sighed. “I can’t have sugar unless it’s raining.”
It started to rain.