I have to admit that we’ve probably done rather well. Monkey started pre-school at 2 and half and since then we’ve only ever lost 1 glove. Yes, I’ve had to search in the cloakroom for various items over the last couple of years at school but everything else has always made it home. But now we have an ode to a lost trainer. Where oh where can you be? As Monkey returns to school tomorrow, I wonder and hope, can he be reunited?
These lovely trainers went to school with Monkey on the first day of the winter term, 2 weeks later they had both disappeared. He keeps his PE kit at school so I only discovered when he was sent home from school and had been changed into his PE kit. Once I’d sorted him out, stuck the washing on I realised that his trainers weren’t in the bag. Never mind, in the rush at school perhaps the teacher had forgotten to put them in his bag for him.
So when Monkey returned to school I mentioned the missing trainers to his teacher. Oh, ok we will have a look for them. Have you searched lost property? Uum, no, they were both clearly marked with Monkey’s name. Check them just the same. Well that task was a joy, and not one I want to repeat in a hurry. But why would items clearly named be chucked in lost property anyway? I clearly have a lot to learn.
There was no sign of the trainers anywhere. Had they been kidnapped? Had they decided that Monkey’s PE classes just weren’t exciting enough? Had they grabbed a fake passport and left the country? Who knew.
Wanted posters were placed in Facebook groups. We’d really like our trainers to come home in time for Christmas. I feared that all was lost until the last week of term. On the Wednesday Monkey came out of school with his PE kit and there poking out of the top was a trainer. I got excited for all of 2 seconds. There was one trainer, only one. This was probably worse than having no trainers at all.
So where for art thou Mr Right Foot Trainer? You are sorely missed by both Monkey and your left footed partner. Are you playing hop scotch by yourself, or have you joined a three-legged race we are unaware of? Are you lurking in a dark cupboard somewhere in Oxfordshire, lost, alone and unloved? Have you joined all the odd socks that disappear without trace?
Know this, little trainer. You are missed, and if by some miracle you decide to come home, Monkey will promise to take better care of you. My 6 year old son has learnt a valuable lesson – you lose something, Mummy doesn’t replace it. So please, please come home.