Uh Oh

Considering that Gloria, Relevance, and Kitts also came down with the bug Saturday night (not to mention Relevance’s brother, his wife, sister, her husband, and their son), I landed myself in the nursery with Mom during the morning service to cover for Gloria. (Why is it always Christmas week?) Anyway, two mostly quiet girls – one named after a high priest from the Old Testament – and ninety minutes, my service complete.

Back at the Big House, Puck was clearly in his own world during lunch of homemade stew and rolls. He goes back and forth between hearing everything being said around him, and living out his own imagination in his head, often silently.

“Wouldn’t it be so weird if you were as small as an atom, and you could just fall through things? Aaah! BOOM. Aaah! BOOM.”

“What are you hitting?” I had to ask.

“Molecules.”

As the afternoon progressed, Francis fooled around on El Oso’s Boogie Board designing the Milky Way with polka-dots while the girls surfed through funny films on the Roku, Mom and Dad napped, Linnea-Irish joined friends at Vanbuskirk’s, Puck ran down the street with a buddy, and etc.

Before Francis left for an in-service at work, Carrie-Bri felt it her civic duty to inform him about a current fashion faux pas exhibited on the lower half of his face.

“Francis, the beard has got to go.”

“Yeah,” Rose agreed.

Francis just grinned. “Well, it’s staying.”

“What I don’t like about your beard is that the mustache doesn’t connect to it,” Rose elaborated.

“I’m working on it. They’ll connect eventually. It’s on a slow migration right now.”

“Francis, it doesn’t look good,” Carrie concluded.

“I don’t think you look good.”

Dad ended the conversation.

It was getting dark again already; fortunately the days are beginning to become longer again now.

“T-minus 35 minutes to chicken strips,” Dad announced at 4:25.

And we wonder where Francis gets it from.

Leftover Cane’s chicken and “I Love Lucy” for dinner. But we left early because El Oso had … a stomachache. Here we go again…