Dylan was moping and subdued when he got home from school. Didn't really tell me what was wrong. Eventually, Karen found out that he'd misplaced his satchel, containing such things as school books, CD player, favorite CDs, and his cell phone. She did the standard 'where were you when you last remembered holding it?' routine. He did mention going to a local chicken place with a friend, but was absolutely sure it couldn't be there.
He wouldn't eat dinner and headed for his room, to brood in the dark.
Meanwhile, Karen and I had a couple of places to go tonight. While in the car, she called the chicken place on my cell, and, of course, his bag was there. We swung by, picked it up and went home.
I walked upstairs to the room of darkness and sadness. It was one of those moments that make parental life worthwhile, to be able to say to your kid 'here, this will improve your day'.
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