This is Going to be so Boring!

Puck walked into our room that morning, hunting for my laptop.

“Nope. You’re in quarantine. Go back.”

“In my room all day?!”

“Yup.”

“This is going to be so boring!”

Whatever bug Puck had picked up, was already gone. But in effort to prevent the spread of contagion, he was confined to his bunkbed for the next twelve hours.

Halfway through the morning I looked in on him. Between homework sessions, he was busy playing one of his computer games, which just so happened to be accompanied by a song entitled “It’s Raining Tacos”.

“Puck, aren’t you tired of listening to that song?”

“Nope.”

“It’s just the same thing over and over and over again.”

“But it’s raining tacos, Mom,” he grinned.

By early afternoon, it wasn’t just raining tacos. It was also raining bath water. I heard something that sounded like a small waterfall in the basement, and went to investigate. Something had clearly gone wrong while Oxbear was fixing the bathtub drain. Bath water washed through the plaster of the basement ceiling onto the tiled floor.

“Well. At least it’s not carpet,” I suggested.

Oxbear just groaned. When it rains, it pours.

After I picked up Puck’s next homework assignments from school that afternoon, he got busy working on writing his own acronym for “grandparent” in preparation for Grandparents’ Day, Friday morning.

“I can’t think of anything for ‘D’!” he yelled from his room. “There’s nothing that works!”

“Deftly!” Oxbear called back to him.

“Really, Dad?”

“Doofus!”

“What?”

“Delaware!”

“What is that?”

Homework took longer than anticipated that evening.

In other news, Oxbear’s sister, Kitts, and her family, had evacuated West Palm Beach just in time to escape the path of Hurricane Matthew.