One of the most aggravating things about children is that they lose stuff. And since they are children and you are their parent, chances are you paid for the thing they lost. And you will pay to replace it. The whole matter can make you wish you lived in a tropical climate where the children run around naked. Or at least wearing only garments made of grass. There may be other reasons for wishing that too, I suppose. Saves on laundry.
In the last year my 11-year-old has lost two jackets, both of which I bought for her. She’s my sweet darling daughter, I wanted her to be warm and comfy, and stylish too. She doesn’t seem to share my concern. Her only response to losing stuff is an indifferent shrug. I guess I’m too free with the jackets, because she never seemed to miss them. She has others.
Last weekend Tig was headed to a pal’s birthday party at an ice skating rink. “Take a sweater, honey,” I helpfully suggested, “you’ll be cold.” So she grabbed her Ohio Bobcats sweatshirt, a gift from her uncle Bad_Dogma, and we went to the rink.
While the party kids were assembling, the dad of another friend offered to pick Tigger up after the party and bring her home. How nice! I accepted.
Unfortunately, said friend’s dad did not, as I would have, make sure that Tigger had everything she came with before leaving said ice skating rink. He did not say, “Tigger, don’t forget your sweatshirt.”
And that’s how I came to drive 20 minutes out of my way this afternoon to scrounge through the lost-and-found at the ice rink. Unlike the jackets we never located, I found the Bobcats shirt.
You’re welcome Tigger. Next time keep track of your freaking stuff.