The Un-Balloon Glow

Collette was up earlier than usual to prepare scrambled eggs with cheese and baguette-sliced toast for Rose before she split shortly after seven for her literature exam.
And OLeif read the poetry of Langston Hughes over breakfast while Joe prepared to leave for class.

Puck was having an infatuation with almonds over the past two days.
“I want lot of dem! I want big one! In da bowl!”

Puck requested to be serenaded with Waltzing Matilda over his lunch of spaghetti and parmesan cheese.

After his nap, Puck asked if he could ‘wear boots?’, so Collette pulled out his old snow boots, which were a little snug, over his sweat pants, and let him walk around in those for a few hours.
“Dogs woofing, Mama,” he said seriously, as he watched the street from the living room window.

Meanwhile, Collette was beginning her Colombian research. During her afternoon readings, she learned that the South American country boasted the worlds only freshwater dolphins, some of which were pale pink. The country was also host to gold, silver, emeralds, salt, coffee, and volcanoes in the Andes… and… three thousand species of mosquitoes, and ten inch-tall apes.

It was also that day, after two and a half years of living in their home, that they dubbed it Firefly, which seemed to be a very fitting name after Collette was inspired by reading of a house of the same name in Jamaica.

That night was intended for the balloon glow.
It had been four years since they had seen it. But this time, there was not a single parking spot remaining in the park, and so they briefly talked with Mom and Carrie-Bri who were at Pi, and then Magnus, Joe, and Rose (who could also not find a parking spot), and then finally Judah and the Popples girls.
So the five of them had root beer floats at Fitz’s and listened to Judah tell stories about how he had been beaten up by girls in school.