The Lightbulb

Puck sat in his little rocking chair that morning, watching his baby reading DVD, or the “green baby DVD”, because its cover was green. Just as his baby reading cards were the “green cards”. He wasn’t as fond of the the “red cards” and orange, and especially not the “blue cards”. But he was still a trooper and enjoyed learning his new words.
Some time after Rose had arrived for lunch, around one o’clock, Mom called.
“Do you know anything about these spiral fluorescent light bulbs?” she asked Collette. “Francis apparently sat on one last night and it broke. So for all I know, he has mercury poisoning. He didn’t even leave the room when he broke it.”
“I’d be more concerned about the glass in his bum,” OLeif laughed.
After Mom had called poison control, they confirmed with her that, yes, they would be more concerned about the glass than the mercury. There might be cause to worry if he had been driving a mini cooper filled entirely with light bulbs. So Francis was safe.
Rose had a good laugh over that one, as she finished off her fajitas and glass of ginger ale, wrapped under the blue afghan.
That evening, OLeif spun home to prepare a card for his brother and then to Izzy’s Eagle Court of Honor.