Last Thanksgiving my son, who generally does a very good job of keeping up with things, left his brand spanking new iTouch at his Aunt's house . It wouldn't have been a big deal really, since we called the next day to reclaim the thing, but my niece had a ton of teenage friends over late that night and whadayaknow...the iTouch was nowhere to be found a mere twelve hours later.
My son was devastated, having only received the iTouch a week earlier at his tenth birthday celebration and since he's really responsible, we just quietly chalked it up to an unknown thieving teenager and decided not to punish him.
We bought him a new one one a few days later. After all, we were sort of to blame too for him leaving it there since we left quite late that night and scooped our sleeping children up from the various sofas upon which they had collapsed after hours of running around playing all day.
End of story.
NOT.
Fast forward to this Thanksgiving eve when I inexplicably decided to clean out my daughter's toy packed room. Being the youngest, she not only has all her toys, but also our son's hand-me-down items to include an inordinate ratio of dinos to dolls. I spent about six hours removing a TON OF CRAP from the mattress-less trundle-turned toy bin under her bed and LO AND BEHOLD....I found the year old missing iTouch.
Hmmmmmm.....So she certainly knew about the lost iTouch and how sad her brother was last year. Notably too she had made quite the stink about big brother getting an iTouch before she did though we tried to explain how he was older, it was his birthday, it was all he'd been asking for, etc... but she was none too thrilled at the time.
I can only imagine what must have been going through her mind too once she got this thing safely and secretly into her room because she didn't know the the passcode our son had programmed on the the device, rendering the iTouch completely useless to her and I know she had to have been SOOOOOO confused as what to do next. I'm only inferring that she must have just decided to hide it in the bowels of her toy box at some point because it was inside a ziplock baggie, then wrapped tightly in a scarf poked deep within the forgotten toys.
What a scheming little Kleptomaniac, right.
This isn't the first time she's been the jealous little sister unsatisfied with a second-hand toy or delayed gratification. She even did this over and over with a simple hair brush actually. She was OBSESSED with this random hairbrush my husband had and would steal it over and over again until we finally had to have a talk with her.
So now we have this newly restored iTouch. Do we reward her with it a year later? Do we confront her a year later? Oh the quandary.
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