Two Days

Thunder … I didn’t know what time it was – still probably early in the morning – but it was coming back again.

While the boys got busy with breakfast, I watched the real storm hit later, that certain color the sky turns, making the world look like some underwater forest.

Lightning fractured the sky numerous times on our drive to school. Puck and Yali watched from the back seat, Puck occasionally pointing out a really good one.

It was his last full day at school before Friday’s 11:30 dismissal. Good thing. He had no monogrammed polos remaining that did not feature some kind of noticeable hole.

Back at the Big House, Irish and I decided to add some contents to the fridge. Mom and Carrie-Bri had originally been due back on an 8:45 flight from Florida, but clearly the weather wasn’t going to permit that. I got a text from Carrie at 9:03:

“So… we’re in Arkansas.”

Five minutes outside of St. Louis they were diverted to Fayetteville to avoid the storms.

When they finally did pull in the driveway several hours later, Francis walked in the door about ten minutes afterwards from school, patting his gut as usual.

“FOOD!”

“FRANCIS!”

While he chowed down on something – probably Hot Pockets, his article of choice while the girls were gone – he let Yali watch more vintage Sesame Street clips on his phone.

Hours later I took the boys on another walk after school. We noticed the house across the street had just gone up for sale.

“Hey, Mom?” Puck biked over to me. “How about we buy that house? We’d be closer to school!”

Later while I got dinner on the table, I reminded Puck to write something thoughtful to his teacher in a thank you note for the end of the year. He thought about that for a few seconds.

“How about, ‘Thank you for being my teacher for a whole year. – Puck’ Is that good enough?”

So heart-felt.