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The 6 year-old brain
...a cautionary tale about valuable items and young children.
 A few weeks ago, Frank attended a conference which gave out iPod Shuffles to all the conference goers. As Frank and I both have iPods, he asked if I thought we should give it to Christopher. I was a little reluctant initially, but figured that since he's handled his digital camera well that it might be ok. The biggest worry I had was for his ears.
I think he had the cute little orange iPod for one night before he lost the privilege because of the way he was talking to Frank.
After about 2 weeks, we decided he'd been good enough to earn it back, so Frank gave it back to him. C was THRILLED. This was Tuesday.
On Thursday morning I scooped up a bunch of old toys and put them in the donation box. By noon, the donation box had been picked up from our front porch.
So this morning I asked him if he wanted to bring the iPod on the weekend trip to Dallas we'll be taking, and he ran upstairs to find the iPod. After about 3 seconds he yelled down that he couldn't find it, which irritated me because sometimes he has trouble finding things that are literally right in front of him.
But nope - it wasn't there. I asked where he'd last seen it, and he showed me a place in the corner of his play room behind his kitchen. He explained that he'd put the iPod inside a plastic orange train to keep it safe.
So yeah, long story short: due to some unfortunate (from our point of view) circumstances, hopefully some kid will get a nice surprise inside a plastic orange train. I hope the donation people didn't throw it away without noticing the treasure inside. Or keep it themselves.
The six year-old brain intrigues me. Of course I'm irritated that he put the iPod inside something that could easily get tossed, but that's projecting my 33 year-old thought process on my son, who probably though he'd found a perfect safe place for his beloved big boy gift.
Once he realized the magnitude of what happened, he implored me to tell Daddy that it was an accident and that maybe Daddy could get him another one? When he saw my face change he backpedaled and added, "I mean, maybe when I'm 10 or 11." He was holding together, but barely. Poor kid.
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Oh, buy him a new one!!!
I'm a total pushover for this kind of thing.
Wow, what conference loot! Care to adopt Bossy?
Hi, Bossy! Yes please, as long as you bring that poop-hopping dog!
PJ - we'll see....we'll see.
Granny T says get him a new one. It was an honest mistake. He was just keeping it safe in an unsafe world...unaware that that world is where his mom sweeps out old toys in a flash, w/o regard for things in safe-keeping :)
I vote for getting him a new one too. Poor guy...you must have felt awful.
If this happened to me, I would absolutely start crying. And I'm 28! I can't even imagine how sad I'd have been at 6.
Get the kid a new one! He thought he was keeping it safe! Please, for the love of all children and grown-up-children everywhere!