“I know, Uncle David. Happy birthday!” He giggled again. “Fwank eoow!”
“We brought you a present,” my dad said as he opened the paper sack.
Before he had it out, before I saw the actual size, I remembered the sound it had made when I’d shaken it in the truck.
Of course! I thought. A puzzle. Uncle David guessed it, too.
“A puwwwle?” “Not just a puzzle,” my dad said as he pulled it out of the sack.
“A puzzle and a pinwheel.” Dad had wrapped the puzzle box up in pretty blue paper and had taped the red-and-yellow pinwheel on as a bow.
Uncle David snatched the pinwheel right off and blew. First gently, then fiercely, in great spitty bursts.
“Ownge!” he cried between blows. “Ownge!” Very gently Dad took it from him and smiled. “Red and yellow do make orange, don’t they?”
David tried to grab it back, but my father said, “We’ll take it outside later.
The wind will blow it for you,” and pressed the puzzle back in his hands.
As the wrapping paper fell in shreds on the floor, I leaned in to see what sort of puzzle my father had bought him and gasped.
Three thousand pieces! And the image was simply white clouds and blue sky.
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