These Boys

Sometimes Puck takes a long, long time to finish math. Not because he doesn’t like it, but more because he has to answer every flashcard with an entire sentence incorporating that answer, like:

“Today’s lesson will include … twelve children.”

Or just random statements he’s collected and/or constructed, such as:

“Argh! I’m Blackbeard the pirate! Give me your soul … because pirates probably eat flesh, don’t they?”

Or:

“On a grim day, two thousand miles from Mexico, there lived a boy. And he didn’t like writing lessons. Then he was transported to another world. That’s how THE GAME BEGINS!”

So sometimes, yeah, it takes awhile. And, no, he’s not a fan of writing. Suits.

It took awhile at the post office, too. Eighteen packages mailed for the Ryes. Puck complained about his legs being tired as we walked out about fifteen minutes later. I told him he needed to toughen up.

Of course running around after a fluffy yellow cat with Anna and Eddie for an hour before dinner wasn’t too tiring. They burst in and out a few times for cat food and milk, then disappeared somewhere. This was after Anna walked through the door one room removed from Crackers, with the scraggly beast in her arms, to inform me that:

“You can have this cat. The boy she belongs to never found him.”

I relocated Puck at the dinner hour stuffing his face with pizza two doors down. So much for the chicken and guacamole.

Puck’s prayers closed out another classic day with my son:

“Dear Jesus, sorry for laughing during the prayer. And sorry for opening my eyes a second ago. It was just there was something really funny. Anyway, please take care of my baby brudder in Colombia. Amen.”

With no game on tab for the evening, I resorted to old Korean stuff, which kept me entertained way longer than it should have until El Oso drove home late from pizza and guy-talk. I heard him ripping open the box from Amazon before I saw him: a new shower head.

He was actually giddy.

I guess it’s been ten long years he’s suffered with the same old wishy-washy sort of shower experience. It was time for a change. He made the old snake-like apparatus wave goodbye, puppet-like, before it went in the dumpster. In conclusion, he was a happy man.

Adoption Status Estimate: Down: 4 yrs, 8 mos; To Go: 1 yr, 2 mos.