This is More Like It

Puck stretched out flat on his back on his undersized skateboard, “This is the perfect way to study the internationals of … dog paddling.”

I don’t know.

Before we left for the Silverspoon’s he was skateboarding on his stomach … in the street. Probably singing “I Would Walk 500 Miles” to himself.

Gloria and Theodore were driving back from Arkansas, so it was an early quiet afternoon inside, with the heat index edging towards 107 – finally – and Puck begged for “fat milk” from the fridge.

So we met Theodore and Gloria at El Mezon for dinner, a family-run Mexican restaurant, where Izzy also drove over from getting the key to his dorm for the year.

“I didn’t go shopping for presents so I thought we’d take you out to dinner instead,” Gloria told Puck as she got out of the car. She started digging through her purse. “Here, want a sticker? And some croutons … oh, pecans. Not bad, huh?”

After some good-enough-to-finish-the-whole-plate quesadillas, we re-entered the sticky heat of a dry brown-and-green evening to drive home.

Puck showered for Sunday, emerging in a towel unsuccessfully wrapped around his waist.

“Get dressed, bud.”

“I like taking a challenge though.”

“How is that a challenge?”

“To keep people from seeing me naked.”

“You’re not doing a great job, bud.”

I think he just laughed, then joined El Oso watching a guy who makes Minecraft videos for a living while I ate sea salt dark chocolate that Rose brought over for me and watched the game on my laptop. #spoiled