When the Folks are Out
A sleepy Puck walked into the pew aisle fifteen minutes late at church, clearly having enjoyed his night out on the town with aunt and friends. This included riding the ferris wheel on the top of the City Museum. And I’m guessing about an eleven o’clock bedtime.
During communion El Oso got a text from Ricky, asking him to retrieve his wristwatch from our car, which he had forgotten last Sunday. It was a Micky Mouse watch.
The indulgences continued for Puck that afternoon.
While Joe drove off to meet Thunderbird for an F-1 race (this seems to be a common pastime for these best buds), and Jaya visited her family, the rest of us lounged around at the Big House, catching another game. Mom and Dad were still in Branson, so plans were essentially non-plans. Francis snoozed on the couch before his next in-service, after describing his first emergency situation as Head Life Guard.
But there was a surprise, a “magic sneeze” from Carrie, waiting for Puck disguised in the wood stove. Brand new H&M running shoes with neon orange laces. Puck wasn’t so convinced about the magic, but anything orange is an automatic love; he slipped them on immediately. Even if the belief is fading, he’s still pretty convinced that whenever a thunderstorm rolls through the area, Sun is capable of producing all kinds of amazing gifts, magical or not.
The muggy gray afternoon crawled sleepily. Lunched on sub sandwiches. Game commentary: just how long did it actually take Joe Kelly to rest his hammy, for instance. Rose napped on the love seat. Ricky was working a Sunday shift across town. El Oso and Puck went shopping to fix a key chain, bringing back another small Lego set (three-in-one locomotive) for Puck:
“I spent all of my allowance now,” he declared with importance. “It’s all used up.”
That dollar a week stretches farther than I though.
On the way home, a happy, tired Puck filled us in on his fun times last night at the City Museum:
“Whenever Ricky’s in the car, it’s a funny car!”
High praise from a seven year-old.