The Laundry

Puck was a busy monster that morning. He worked his entire way through the fresh laundry basket, handing each piece to Collette.
“Daddy’s pants,” he said.
“Baby’s pants.”
“Mama’s sock.”
“Baby’s sock.”
After he had helped shuttle away every piece of folded laundry, he was sparked with an idea to fill the laundry basket to overflowing with all of his vacuums, cash register, matchbox cars, helium-lost Trader Joe’s balloons, stuffed animals, and “fatties”.
“Crib? Crib?” he asked, when he had run out of room.
He helped Collette set up his port-a-crib and then asked to dump both red couch cushions inside. He requested to sit on top of these cushions and be surrounded by all of these novelties, where upon he began crooning to himself.
“Careful! Careful! Careful!”
He sat there for an hour or so, playing with his favorite things.
“Good mama, good mama,” he said quietly, gently patting Collette on the shoulder.
That evening, Rose came over from work and brought Puck outside in the late afternoon winds to hang his twirly wind-spinner from the Silverspoon’s and the wood wind chimes that Rose had given to Collette for her birthday.
OLeif returned from class with a small passel of groceries for the evening and got around to preparing chocolate chip cookies.