Yesterday, after playing in the sand pit for a while, my youngest came in crying because some kid was throwing sand at her and messing up her building efforts. WHY do kids act like that? You'd think this sort of behavior would be nipped in the bud by the time a child is eight or nine or ten years old. It's just juvenile and ridiculous. So, I went out and had a little chat with the offender, which may or may not help the future situation, as he would barely talk to me, and basically rolled his eyeballs at me the whole time. Next time (please God, don't let there be a next time) his mama's gonna hear about it.
Well, a few minutes after she came in, A realized she'd lost her mood ring. Her beloved mood ring that she's saved up her allowance to buy, from the Bernheim Forrest Gift Shop. I was rather proud of her. She saw the mood rings there the first time we visited, and then set aside her penchant for buying candy, and started doing chores and saving her quarters. As she wailingly pointed out to me, $4.33 is alot of money for her.
Well, it was gone and we wondered if it was lost in the sand pit, as she did not remember taking it off before going to play outside. Her sadness made me anxious and upset, too, (on top of confronting the little brat on the playground) and what I really wanted to do was promise to buy her another one. But I didn't. I knew better. She needed to learn a lesson about taking care of things, since apparently my lecture had not done any good. So I stayed silent.
Pretty soon, her mood shifted and she decided she's keep looking for the ring, but also start saving up for another one. After that she was a much happier girl and I was glad I hadn't tried to rescue her.
This morning, the ring was found in her brother's room where apparently she'd taken it off while fidgeting. As a reward, he collected a fifty cents, and a pokemon card that his sister bestowed upon him.
I'm sure the mood ring's stone is a dark blue color, which stands for happy.