So now that Oliver is six, he wants to walk to school by himself. So today he walked the half block to school and was set to play with his friends.
For his birthday, Jerry and Gloria gave him a great Lego Batman set with the Riddler, Flash, and of course Batman. He knows he isn’t supposed to bring toys to school. They get stolen and he is often heart broken but being six and so very proud of his Batman he did anyways. You know he lost it.
I heard him crying on the way home with Mark. He wasn’t mad but heart broken. He confessed to me that he had snuck Batman to school and it had gotten lost before he broke down and went to bed. He was that broken up over it.
I lost things as a kid as well and my dad was an ass about it most times and would lecture me about how irresponsible I was. Of course I was irresponsible, I was five. So instead of taking that approach, I logged online and eventually found the Lego Canada store and ordered him a new one. Of course it was a total ripoff and for what I paid in shipping, I kind of hope the real Batman delivers it in person.
That probably makes me a bad father but it sucks losing stuff as a kid, especially when it is brand new. He already knows that he shouldn’t have taken his toy to school. I am not sure punishing him further makes it any better. It didn’t for me. I never lost my favourite stuff on purpose. Neither does he.
The good news is that Oliver is happy and it curled up on the couch lobbying for some leftover birthday cake. He tells me his stomach doesn’t hurt anymore and is kind of hungry.