The Girl had an appointment in town so the whole family trooped down on a Sunday afternoon
as a show of support. As her appointment will take approximately 30-40minutes, I thought it was an opportunity for some precious father-son bonding time.
So our idea of the precious father-son bonding time was spending time
at the library building up our knowledge at the nearest toy store where E will be running amok, trying to touch everything and pressing all the buttons of all the toys. The victim this time around was Isetan Scott’s toy department store.
He had recently also pick up a bad habit for asking people to buy him toys, no thanks to his doting grandparents.The reasoning that the daddy didn’t get any toys when he was young why the precious grandchild has such different treatment doesn’t resonant with them at all.
So without breaking the track record, he prompted selected one of the more expensive toy set whose box is bigger than himself, lifted it off the rack, turned around and looked at me with his happiest face and in his sweetest voice said,” Daddy buy?”.
Of course I redirected his attention to other toys that he has yet touched around the store and quickly let him forget
this extortion his request. I do have to make a note to say that he is quite mild and sweet in the sense that when we refused his request to buy, he seldom kicked up a big fuss.
And at the end of the bonding time, because he has been so well-behaved and also because Daddy was fascinated with Hot Wheels Colour Shifters car, we left the store with a gleeful boy (Elliott, not Daddy) and the said car to meet up with The Girl who had finished her appointment by then.
Daddy managed to convinced him that the Colour Shifter we bought was the best toy car ever and he quickly picked up the fact that when he showered, he can bring the car into the shower with him and see it changed colour. He also noticed the water splashing on the car on the packaging, and keep going on and on about “splassshs” or the “colour change”.
Such excitement, such joy.
So when we got home, it was funny to see him getting so excited to shower. So we quickly set up the bath, opened the packaging, and dropped the car into the warm water to see the colour changing effect.
But nothing happened. Nil. Zero. Zilch. Nought.
E looked at me and I looked at him and the car, willing it to change colour but it didn’t.
I panicked and ran to the kitchen and poured some hot water on the car, willing it to change colour but it didn’t.
E sat in his bathtub looking at me expectantly.
My heart sank – The Colour Shifter we bought don’t change colour (So scrxw you, Hot Wheels). My first thought, how am I going to tell E that the colour changing car we bought doesn’t work?
In my panic mode, I called out to E and ask him to “err, go play with your shark toy first’.
And being a trooper like he is – he didn’t ask further and later continued to play with his car as if it is a normal car. We also hid the car after he has fallen asleep.
While I was trying to make sense of everything, The Girl wisely put it,” This will be one of many disappointment in life, he will learn how to handle it”.
But really, I wonder if it is E who cannot handle disappointment or his daddy who cannot handle E’s feeling disappointed.
In this case, the daddy has to learn to let go and let his child face the world.
But really, scrxw you, Hot Wheels. Never again.