WHAM! BAM! POW!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wrestling match for the boys – 7:15 AM.
OLeif smashed his tuna and bread around the laptop and phone for his bike ride into the city.
“My bread will be flat,” he said with a shrug. “But who cares.”
Apparently not OLeif.
As Puck waved off his Dad down the street, he awkwardly jammed his plastic sword through the belt loop of his shorts, making himself look more like a walking “t” than a pirate, as intended.
“I’m going to defeat all the bullies in the world,” Puck explained later, carrying a document folder and glass lightbulb jar in hand. “With my special bully things.”
Then he distracted himself from his breakfast milk by sticking Donkey’s plush hooves in two sets of his old flip-flops.
OLeif got a chance to slip on one of the World Series white gold, ruby, and diamond rings – one of them from the Cardinals office – and snapped a photo of the trophy on its city-wide tour.
Puck could be heard announcing from the hall after Quiet Hour, more to the air than anything else…
“Good afternoon, good woman!”
He was also working heavy on getting Madeline to warm up to him. Lifting her food bowl from the floor, he paved the individual kernels all the way from the basement to his room, hoping that she would take bait.
Puck had another engagement at three.
Anneliese had turned five, and a super hero party was in order.
Blue-frosted cupcakes, Superman capes, superhero masks, ring pops, a trampoline… Puck had a great time. And while he had been busy saving the world, Collette spent a sunny 1.25 hours in a corner of the library, or “Taj Mahal”, as Idlewild’s dad had dubbed it. Two biographies – Bette Davis, and a Belgian priest-missionary to the Hawai’ian leper colony, 1860’s.
After Puck had been buckled in for the ride home, he pondered future battles with Francis.
“I’m worried that Uncle Francis will destroy the world with his meanness,” he said in all seriousness.
Collette put the water on to boil when they returned shortly before 5:30 and order a pair of nude pumps for Carrie, while Puck hunted out the feline…
“Hey, Madeline, you sweet pea. Madeline?”
Collette turned around and… he was chugging the last of the milk from the jug in the fridge. It would have been completely masculine… except it was skim.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were celebrating their 32nd anniversary.