Three of Five
Puck was sitting at the breakfast table with an ancient walnut grinder, or something like that. Gloria had given it to him awhile ago, and Puck – who had initially broken it – had just discovered how to fix it:
“See? I fixed it, Mom. Why couldn’t you do it? You didn’t have the spirit to fix it? And you didn’t know I had the ability to fix it?”
Ego boost.
Sometimes he’s way ahead of the game and then sometimes…
“MOM! HOW DO YOU SPELL T-N-T?!”
And then sometimes he just tries to play it cool, like when he and Eddie planned on playing Mario yesterday afternoon:
“Okay, let’s get these babies goin’!”
A third cool, yet somehow muggy, morning at Vacation Bible School found us signing in a mom whose cousin was playing in the World Cup. Funny the things you learn without really trying.
Another sky of low-hanging ruffles in rain gray, but nothing dropped.
Chili and biscuits at the Big House for lunch. Mom had them waiting for us. We all watched “Arthur” in the living room during the meal.
Carrie and I hit the stores. Some tops for Rose. I modeled them for a test run. Cookie-baking ingredients.
When we got back, the sun was out, and Puck played with the neighbor kids on the corner for about an hour. Apparently they had found a fresh crop of mushrooms to play with. Puck’s hands were highly potent.
Gold sun brought in the evening.
I picked up Irish from another afternoon at volleyball camp, teaching a bunch of runny-nosed kids. She showed me proof of it smeared into her Jon Jay t-shirt. To the wash. Her instructor came out to stare at me when I pulled up in the Fit:
“I’m sorry. It’s just … you two look so much alike. Are you … are you even wearing the same shirt?!”
Sometimes it’s like we’re the side show at the circus. But, hey, I’ll take it.
Back at the Big House, El Oso picked up our big guy. He even had a goodbye kiss for me when no one was looking in the dining room. Because, you know, showing your mom how much your love her isn’t exactly the least embarrassing thing you could do as a macho seven year-old boy.
So, as Dad noted, he had all his girls home together for the evening. Rose and Carrie worked on nails in the living room. Irish and I made chocolate chip cookies while watching Wacha take a loss in Tampa.