The Boy, The Bus, The Backpack

Thursday was the boy's school Easter Party/egg hunt. He was only at school for 90 minutes, yet he insisted on taking his backpack, despite having only a single sheet of paper that needed to be turned in. The eggs and his basket had been taken to school a couple of days earlier, so I placed him on the bus with his backpack. When I picked him up from the sitter's that evening, he said, "let me get my stuff, disappeared and reappeared with his basket of candy. "Where's your backpack?" "I left it on the bus, besides I didn't need it." After several sessions of intense questioning, I determined that he left the backpack on the bus when he got off AT school. It never occurred to him to tell anyone he left it on the bus. It wasn't on the seat where he left it when he got back on the bus, but he never asked the driver. Great.




Last night: "Pack your karate bag." "Can't it wait until in the morning?" "No, we'll be running around and forget it." "Okay." Packs his gym bag. Leaves in bedroom. "Don't you think you should set it on the couch." "No, I'll remember it."




This morning: "Where's your karate bag?" Looks frantically around the living room. "I can't find it? What happened to it?" "Don't know, you packed it last night." "Last time I saw it, It was right here." Points to the couch. "YOU PACKED IT last night." Said slowly. "No, it was.... oh yeah" Runs into room and comes out with the bag, packed but unzipped.
A few minutes later after zipping bag: "Time to go." He hops off the sofa and disappears. I fill the cats' water bowl and look for him. "Where are you?" He comes out of his room looking frantically around the living room. "Where's my back pack?"

Fortunately, the bus driver had the back pack. And he didn't even thank him for finding and rescuing it.