Mean Mr. Mustard (i.e. dad)

We had to drive over to Stern’s to order wrappers, and A mentioned that she needed more Wiki Stix. I also said we should get Jibbits for their Crocs, which are these whimsical decorative toys for their shoes. Before we left, the kids were playing with their Swiss Army knives when A announced that she had lost N’s knife. He was very upset, not only because it was his knife, but because this wasn’t the first time it got lost. We replaced it before, and alluded to the fact that it was not okay to just lose things and replace them. The world, at least our world, doesn’t work that way.

A figured the answer was to just give him her knife, but I didn’t want her to think it was okay to just give up the search. The easy way out is to quit and just buy a new one. She had a guitar lesson and decided it wasn’t worth her time to look for the knife and instead get ready. I told her we weren’t leaving the house until we found that knife. I can’t resist a little drama.

That meant no Wiki Stix, no Jibbits, no nothing. We searched everywhere and couldn’t find it, and at some point, we had to go to her lesson, with the understanding that the search wasn’t over. That evening after supper, I said that we shouldn’t watch movies until we at least looked some more, and we could enlist the help of mom, who is a super-finder.

Well, after some time, A eventually did locate the knife, and it was on her bed. She’d left it there in the AM, and that’s where she found it. We were all relieved, especially N, who was really bummed. Best of all, the kids learned an important lesson about responsibility, and I hope they don’t think of their possessions as being disposable, simply replaceable with money. From there, it’s not long before you being to see people in the same light.

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Felix atsoram for the pic.