I was looking through my old posts and found this one. Just about a year ago and he has not stopped. My son is still asking us for help finding items, only now we’ve moved onto to Superheroes and Lego figures. And since I’ve been on the search and rescue team for over a year, I’ve hung up my hat. I tell my son it’s his toy and his responsibility. The stomping and tears? That continues, but he is getting better at finding his misplaced Superheroes.
I spend my days listening to “Mommy, can you find this?” Sometimes that is the exact phrase. This. With my son looking at me like I should know exactly what he is talking about. Ten minutes later, after many answerless questions, I have a vague idea. Sometimes.
The house is a mess of small toy parts in every room, wishing they were part of Woody’s crew from Toy Story and had a buddy. They are all afraid of being lost in a black hole for all eternity and mourn the loss of their fallen friends each time we talk about why shiny take and play Thomas is still MIA. (Personally I suspect he got smart and ran away, lucky bastard).
So the house is a mess, the kid refuses to clean, and the parents are too wiped of energy to care most days. To find anything is a search and rescue…
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