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I never could have guessed it, but West Palm Beach had spoiled me. Florida, of all places in the book of places I never really cared if I visited or not. Isn’t that always the way it goes. Anyway, I hoped it was the last cold day in St. Louis for many months to come.
I got busy making lunch, slicing green peppers and cantaloupe, a fruit Puck was somehow having difficulty pronouncing:
“I already took a bite of those flamengo stuff, Mom.”
He grabbed a slice and ran out of the room, only to return for more with a warrior yell of:
“FLAMENGO!!!!”
Our days go fast. Half-caught another game at the usual 12:05. Puck spent Quiet Hour rolled up in blankets and Garfield. Hot bath for the chump just before dinner. Frozen fries and toasted ravioli into the oven, leftover from the week I was gone. The usual cold day activities.
El Oso got back just before eight. The life of a manager at a shoe company. Sometimes I laugh just because the idea of stress and intense situations at a footwear business, seems only slightly ridiculous. Anyway, El Oso called on his way home and Puck read Garfield clips to him over my cellphone. They laughed together:
“So what would you rather have, Puck? Bananas or lasagna?”
“I would go with the bananas. I am not a big fan of lasagna.”
Don’t we all know it. When Puck passed the phone to me, El Oso asked if he needed to pick up anything else at the store besides Cheez-Its (his own personal staple). I reminded him that Puck could use an upgrade in the underwear department:
“What size?”
Puck interrupted from the couch, “Get me Cardinals ones! No! GET ME SCIENCE!”
Spacecraft and planets: good enough. Puck took the package and held up a Cardinal-red pair:
“Hey, Mom! I THINK THESE WOULD FIT YOU!”
Puck’s Blog: Age 6: Day #31
What Puck thinks I did in Florida:
“Walk around and watch baseball videos and go to the baseball stadium and wear shorts all week long.”
(This kid knows me well.)