Top Hits

“Hey, Puck, did I just hear you singing the Nae Nae?”

“What? No. That’s a silly song.”

“Well, you know, when I was a kid, Uncle Joe and I sang a top hit all the time that we wrote together. It was a pretty big deal. Wanna hear it?”

“I guess…”

“Race cars driving in a hamburger, with ketchup and mustard, too. Ham and baloney, along with a little bit of cock-a-doodle-do, and you know what that’s too.”

Puck had to think about that for a moment.

“We sang that about twenty years ago,” Carrie added.

Puck had some quick calculations to run through. “Wait a minute, you’re not 25.”

“How old am I, Puck?”

“20?”

“Can’t fool him.”

“No, you’re 19.”

“You got me.”

Another pause as Puck recalculated. “Wait, that means Uncle Fran is older than you!”

“Girls only have birthdays if they want to.”

“So you’re really a hundred and three?”

“Okay, buddy.”

After the podcast and homemade chocolate chips cookies, we hit the road back home at around three o’clock. Francis had been gone all day studying for a big math test, Irish was in South City with a friend, and Mom and Dad weren’t back from Iowa until that evening. It had been a pretty quiet day. As quiet as it can be with two very loud boys. We closed down our visit to the Big House with Yali dancing to the Nae Nae song.

While I prepped dinner and washed up the kitchen about an hour later, Puck was busy playing with Yali and trying to resist squeezing him to pieces.

“LOOK AT YOUR LITTLE CHUBBY FACE! SO UNBEARABLY CUTE!”