Windday

Puck was busy brushing his stuffed donkey’s teeth that morning after he climbed up on the chair at the window to wave goodbye to his Dadduu.
He had also learned, on Monday, how to read “Jesus”, and was very happy with himself over this feat, not to mention that he had accomplished the word “vacuum”, one of his favorite things, currently, in the world.
He had also begun to say, “Aw, man!” when something disappointing happened to him.
Around everything else in Puck’s busy day, he played with a newly found armada of tiny rubber bunnies and trains in bright blues, yellows, greens, purples, reds, and oranges, dug up by Linnea in the toy drawer back at the house, labeled “Puck’s World”.
Then it was time for the amusement park, which included gyroscope-spinning right-side up and upside-down in the living room, until Puck collapsed onto the red couch in a fit of giggles.
For lunch: “authentic bronze-cut rigatoni… produced in the heart of Tavoliere delle Puglie, Puglia Region, Italy” from Target. How could there ever be a time when they didn’t feel like kings? Red pepper from the Dominican Republic. Puck’s shirt and pants of the day had come from as far away as Vietnam and China. Collette’s little red leather notebook had come from Spain. With a flick of a switch there was hot water, ice water, light…
Toward the dinner hour, Puck hit the bathhouse, just as the sun was beginning to make its curtain call, because of the grayness of the day.
And as Collette finished drying off Puck’s fluffy root beer shampooed head and dressed his chubbyness in his green frog pajamas, Rose walked in the door with a gust of wind behind her.
“Hi, stinky!” she called to him.
“Aunt Ewwen!” Puck squealed with glee. “Aunt Ewwen!”
He then proceeded to put on a show for his aunt, “vacuuming” the carpet with his rolling music box and tossing his rubber bouncy balls all over the living room.
That evening, Collette did a double-dose of Portuguese over further ideas and paperwork as the wind dashed around the house and sparkled the glass wind chimes on the porch.