Today while I was telling Ashton to put his shoes on so we could go to the grocery store we went through our normal routine. He comes up to me holding 5 or 6 toys and I tell him he can take 1. Then he says something like "how about these 3?" we compromise and I usually let him take 2 small toys in the car.
Today when I was unbuckling him he tried to take Blue Man and a truck into the store. I told him just one. Naturally, he chose Blue Man. I mean who wouldn't love this strange looking half shark man with paint chipping off of it? We shop for 20 minutes. Super easy with only 1 kid in tow.
So as I'm buckling Ashton back into the carseat it dawns on me that Blue Man is nowhere to be seen. I check the car. I go to the cart return and check our cart. I look in the parking lot. Nothing. I decided it would be far too devestating to lose him. I unbuckle Ashton and we go back in the store and spend 15 minutes walking up and down every aisle looking for Blue Man. Ashton thought it was a game where he got to run up and down the aisles until on our way out I stopped and asked customer service if anyone had turned it in. Let's not even talk about the look on the ladies face when I tried to describe what went missing. But it didn't matter nothing had been turned in. In the car I told Ashton about what happened to Blue Man. He was gone. Forever. Lost. Never coming back. And then the crying started. He cried the whole drive home meanwhile I'm trying to think of ways to track down an old McDonald's toy. Maybe someone on my local Moms Board had that toy around. Maybe a friend on facebook. Ebay... something.
We get home David asks why Ashton is crying so I told him we lost the beloved Blue Man. Ashton starts searching my diaper bag desperate to find Blue Man's car b/c surely if his car is in there Blue Man will be close by. David immediately looks at Ashton looks at me and says, "Did you check his pockets?" While I was in the middle of my sentence saying "Those pants don't have..." Ashton grabbed the front of his leg and got a huge grin on his face. "I've got him!" I could have sworn those pants didn't have pockets.
It's no wonder Ashton and I both didn't think to check his cool windbreaker pants because well... I don't check pockets when things are lost. Anyone remember this post (click here) about the airplane tickets that went missing?
Oh what a day. Glad to have you back Blue Man.
3 comments:
Oh Sammy! This made me smile!! How funny it was in his non-pocket-pocketed pants! That is so something I do on a daily basis it seems. and I do not even have kids yet! (or a husband...)
hilarious! It reminds me of a story my mom tells of when my older brother lost a little plastic green lamb. She was on her way to a doctors appointment and they'd walked so long and he cried and cried as she dragged him along. Finally she heard him whimpering "my lamb! my lamb!" Needless to say, they looked until the one lost lamb was found. hah.
Too funny Sammy! Isn't it funny how kids can become attached to such a cheap simple toy?! The joys of being a kid! I love that little blue man myself cause Ashton loves it so much! I am glad he is happy to have him. I love you bug!!
Love,
Nana
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