These pictures of my little monkey on a swing sure are cute, but they don’t really have anything to do with this post. However, I wanted y’all to have something to look at while I recount a story from earlier in the week. Monday afternoon was an interesting one.
When I arrived at school to pick Riley up (late, of course), Ms. Amanda was frantically looking around for Giraffey. He had been missing most of the day.
He definitely walked into school holding him, and his routine is to put him in his cubby to hang out until naptime, which he said he did. Only Ms. Amanda couldn’t find him at naptime. And then she couldn’t find him anywhere at the end of the day either. Strange.
She said she’d keep looking and have Ms. Lisa look as well before they left. She was confident we’d find him. Me, not so much. Meanwhile, Ms. Michelle let Riley take a giraffe puppet home from the center room as a consolation lovey. Very sweet.
I felt so bad leaving school without Giraffey. Riley was sad and really didn’t want to leave without him but he didn’t react as bad as I thought he would. I think I was more upset than he was! Giraffey was a gift to Riley before he was even born, so he holds a special meaning for me, too.
Lisa and I texted back and forth a bit later in the afternoon and, long story short, I ended up going back to school to look around for Giraffey. Lisa stays late for after care and was happy to let me in.
I left the boys with Nola and Nopsi and headed to school once again. Before I went, though, I sent an email to all of the PK3 parents asking if by chance any of them had discovered a stowaway in their child’s schoolbag that afternoon. Fingers crossed.
As I suspected, my search of the PK3 building was fruitless. I really didn’t want to leave a second time without Giraffey, but I was forced to. I checked my email and found only one parent response, a negative one. Dejected, I drove back to Nola and Nopsi’s to give Riley the unfortunate news.
It’s silly, but I was actually really upset about the whole situation. Riley has been so attached to that giraffe since he was so little, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. We don’t even have a replacement in case he ever really does get lost. It just wouldn’t be the same.
Then, lo and behold, I checked my email again as I was coming down Nola and Nopsi’s street. Sophia’s mom had responded that they had him. Hallelujah!
I pulled over and emailed Adrienne back right away, thanking her profusely and accepting her offer to bring Giraffey back to us. She dropped him off a little while later and the wonk potatoes was overjoyed at seeing his best friend again.
Crisis averted. However, I am now seriously considering ordering a back-up giraffe, just in case (God forbid) something like this ever happens again. It still wouldn’t be the same, but it may be good enough for Riley.
Not for me, though. I discovered on Monday that I’d really miss that giraffe.
1 comments:
Aww. Even after hearing the story a second time, I was rooting for Giraffey to find his way home.
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