The Kids spent the afternoon yesterday at their grandparents’ house. Unfortunately, Porter left his big white airplane there when they came home that evening. About fifteen minutes before Grandpa and Grandma left to go back to their house, Porter discovered his plane was missing. Grandpa searched the car but, of course, it was nowhere to be found. Porter did not take the news too well, and it looked like a meltdown was imminent. I went to The Cabinet of Wonders, the closet where I hide toys for future use, and pulled out some Jay Jay the Jet Plane toys. This seemed to head off the meltdown and although he kept asking about the white plane, he was very happy to play with his new toys. Again this morning, he wanted to go get the airplane at Grandpa’s. When he got off the bus this afternoon, his first thought was to get in the black car and go to Grandma and Grandpa’s to get the white airplane. Porter is nothing if not tenacious. He was very unhappy when I told him we were not going to get in the black car and began to cry. I urged him to come to the stairs, but he would not move. But I had a trick up my sleeve. Unbeknownst to Porter, Grandpa had delivered the white airplane a few minutes before Porter got home from school. So I continued to coax Porter to the stairs with the promise of a surprise. When he finally came to the bottom of the stairs he looked up as I had told him. Upon spying the plane, he let out a scream and tore up the stairs faster than I think I’d ever seen him climb before. He was very, very happy to have his plane back. All’s well that ends well.
Porter reunited with his white airplane.