Reid had a sad day on Monday. Then on Tuesday, he had a no good, terrible, very bad day.
Reid and Will got brand new spider-man hoodies as an early Christmas present from Grandma. I was going to wash them and write their names in them before wearing, as prudence dictates. But of course R&W HAD to wear their hoodies to school IMMEDIATELY, as 5 year olds dictate. It was Monday at 6:54 am–time for the bus–and I didn’t want to deal with meltdowns in my bleary-eyed state. I threw caution to the wind.
“Don’t lose them this ONE DAY and I’ll wash them when you get home!” I yelled down the driveway at their retreating backs.
I’m sure you already predicted the outcome. Only one Spiderman hoodie came back.
“Really, guys!? ONE DAY!” I said.
“I left it on the playground, and when I went back to get it, it was gone!” Wailed Reid. “I hope a bad guy didn’t steal it!”
“I think your standard bad guy runs bigger than a child’s 6,” I reassured him. “Someone probably took it to lost& found. Look there tomorrow!”
That evening, Reid lost his tooth while brushing his teeth and put it under his pillow, cheering him up. He went to sleep with a smile on his face: “the tooth fairy will come tonight, and tomorrow I’m going to find my hoodie!”
The tooth fairy DID visit that night (Despite her unreliable reputation. Tooth Fairy of the Many Excuses services our home: “a lot of kids lost teeth this week, she’s probably running behind” or “You lost it late in the day and she didn’t get the message during business hours” when she is less than prompt)
Reid excitedly discovered the dollar under his pillow, ate breakfast, and couldn’t find the dollar again….gone. It went downhill from there: terrible, no good, very bad morning.
- Lost tooth fairy money
- Didn’t get to write the new day number on the “Days til Christmas” countdown whiteboard (Adrian beat him to it)
- Had to collect downstairs trash instead of upstairs trash (Will beat him to it)
- Amorphous daily advent calendar chocolate (very distressing to eat Christmas chocolate that doesn’t represent anything)
- Ran out of time to fill water bottle before school (due to excessive time spent crying about the above items)
And that was all before 7am! “Love you, have a great day at school!” I yelled down the driveway at their retreating backs.
They came home that day unable to find the hoodie or the dollar.
“We looked in Lost and Found,” Will said.
“I looked too and it’s not there!” Adrian added.
“A BAD GUY STEALED IT!” Reid wailed.
“I really don’t think a bad guy would take your sweatshirt.”
“Someone took it on the playground,” said Will. “A first-grader took it but it has something from his nose on it.”
“What is his name!? What do you mean there’s something from his nose on it?”
“J took it and we told him it was Reid’s! Then he put something FROM HIS NOSE on it!” Will said.
“Uh-oh. Well try to get it back and I’ll come by today and look through the lost and found again.”
Reid patted my shoulder kindly. His little blue eyes looked earnestly into mine. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll get it back. Will asked the elf in his class.”
Will nodded proudly. “I told Snowflake the elf we need help and to get it back for us!”
“Ok, well that’s a thought too,” I offered (sorry to you elf on the shelf fans; loving your pics of elves tied to railroad tracks and pooping chocolate kisses and all, but the school using dolls to try to manipulate kids to cooperate at the end of the semester…. ?)
I drove to school to check out lost and found, full of faith in humanity and in my children’s inability to find things. As I was handing over my ID at the front desk, attempting to enter the secure fortress that school has become, I noticed a spider-man hoodie sitting on the receptionist’s desk.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for!” I exclaimed, pointing at it through the glass.
“What? Oh no, this was just dropped off for another student with his lunch, that’s not yours,” she said.
“Oh ok, that’s funny,” I said. I continued to stare at the bright red and blue jacket.
“But really, that looks EXACTLY like what my son lost. It’s a brand new spider-man hoodie? Size 6? He left it on the playground and said maybe a first-grader took it by accident? I didn’t have a chance to write his name on it yet.”
She picked up the hoodie and checked the tag. No name. “Hm, yes, size 6.” She glanced at the receptionist next to her, then back at me.
“Who is that supposed to be for?” The other receptionist asked her.
“J, in first grade,” she responded.
“That’s too small for a first grader, too,” the woman pointed out.
They shrugged and handed me the jacket.
Thanks, little elves….maybe we got some Christmas magic after all! Do you have a connection to the Tooth Fairy and lost dollars?