Last week before we set out on our road trip I took Big Brother for a haircut. We arrived at the salon a few minutes before it opened and I, ever a sucker for his pleading, agreed to his request to play a “quarter game” at the neighboring K-Mart.
In we walked to the vestibule where he chose to press his coin into the claw game. He eyed his target, sent the claw forward, then to the side.
And he grabbed it. A purple four legged octopus. (A quadripus?)
His hazel eyes as wide as saucers, he looked at me and smiled.
The claw retracted to its homebase, dropping the quadripus into the waiting bin.
Where it promptly got stuck.
The injustice of it all!, I thought to myself. To actually win the stinkin’ claw game and then to have your prize get stuck!? What’s the lesson in that? What is the metaphor? Thanks a lot, K & M Amusements of Akron!
I looked down at him, ready to philosophize. Ready to comfort.
“You okay, buddy?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged, “Let’s go get a haircut, Mom.”
“Okay, baby. Let’s go.”
Who deals better with small disappointments – you or your kids?