Who is Favorite
Puck had cut his third tooth on Monday.
Collette spent her day dusting in the morning, labeling her artifacts from Israel while Puck napped, playing blocks with him when he woke up, and making burritos for lunch.
By the afternoon, Carrie was bored of the day, and invited to Collette to go shopping that evening. When Collette arrived at the house later that night, everyone was gathered in Mom’s and Dad’s room (except for Rose who was at class, and Joe who was at work), discussing things.
“Yeah, Linnea is Dad’s favorite,” Carrie was saying. “She never got spanked like the rest of us kids.”
“Yes, she did,” said Dad.
“Not as much, Dad. She got away with everything.”
Dad’s smile lines were showing.
“She did too get spanked,” he said.
“Okay, Dad,” said Carrie. “Prove it!”
She and Frances began pounding their fists on their knees, laughing and chanting:
“Prove it! Prove it! Prove it!”
Linnea grinned, knowing full-well that she was Dad’s little princess (although she would have insisted on being an army princess, or something more tomboy).
Then it was off to the mall. As they pulled out of the driveway, Rose pulled up from class and crashed into the back seat as her laptop bag fell out of her hands onto the driveway.
“Ah!” She cried, and pulled it back into the car.
Nothing was damaged, however, and the evening progressed. The mall was quiet, unpopulated, thankfully. The girls all found something and then Mom treated them to Bubble Tea. As they were leaving, Carrie said:
“Hey, didn’t Dad want you to bring back something that would ‘make him fat’?”
“I think Dad has plenty at home,” Mom laughed. “All those chocolate-covered raisins.”