Thawing Out

Ice still plastered every tree, every bush. Sunday School had been canceled, and church had been pushed back half an hour. So all three of the boys delayed breakfast in lieu of a little unconventional Sunday morning Xbox in the basement. Finally, Puck emerged, ready for chow.

“I need beck-fast!”

“Get your own beck-fast,” I told him.

“But you’re the Breakfast Queen! As Uncle Fran would say – ‘You make great toast!’””

“I’m so flattered.”

Ten minutes later, Puck was rollerblading through the house with two buttered waffles while Yali dragged him along with a rope, wearing his bedraggled Spiderman costume.

After the service, Carrie-Bri spread the table with hors ‘doevres before she and Jaya left for a baby shower. When they returned several hours later, Rose asked Carrie how it went.

“I held a baby,” she said. “Didn’t cry.”

“You mean you didn’t cry, or the baby didn’t cry?”

She grinned. “Both”.