Lost

Turkey looses everything.  And I mean everything.

To further add to it, he can never find what he has lost.  He could literally be standing right next to the shoes he's looking for and not see them.  (Yet, he loves look and find books, go figure.)  I don't know if it's an ADHD thing, or an Asperger's thing... but it's his thing.

So, today when he can walking down to the basement all sullen and told me he lost his newest BeyBlade I shouldn't have been shocked.  He was crushed, his newest and beloved Rock Gasher was gone.  Missing in action.  He had bought it with his own money, so it meant that much more to him.  Not to mention he has extreme emotional attachments to his toys.

Now this wasn't a typical lost - it wasn't under the couch, or left in the car, or in a corner in his bedroom.  He lost it at the grocery store.

When we went grocery shopping this morning he brought his BeyBlade collection with him, in it's carrying case.  I didn't see him take this particular top out while we were in the store, but apparently he did.

We went back to the store (a 15 minute drive each way) and retraced our steps.  We stopped and looked around at the cereal he was debating on, we looked in the freezer where he got out the frozen corn, we looked everywhere.  Have you ever looked for a 2-inch round top in a grocery store?  Needless to say, we didn't find it.  Turkey left his name and number at customer service in case someone turns it in.

But he's not holding out hope for that, and has already started saving up for a new one.  He washed my car for $4 to get himself started.  With drive like that to get a new one, I am betting Husband picks one up for him.