My son lost his iPod again. This is about number 4 on the list of iPod casualties. One was washed and actually worked after that for about a year and a half. We were all amazed.
This is the first time that I really don’t care about his losing an expensive item. I don’t know if it’s because I am worn out or if I have grown out of it. I supposed one can only warn, advise, and cajole, just so much and then…oblivion. I can’t even get up enough energy for an “I told you so”.
We have always had our kids pay for their own electronics and with the girls, that hurt because they wanted money for clothes. Not so with a boy. He spends money on chicken wings, pizza, movies and music and he got a note taking job at college so that pays for these items. No pain is involved. Sometimes pain is a good teacher.
Reminds me of a line from one of my favorite movies of all time, The Princess Bride, which is “To the pain“.
“To the pain,” means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose.
And, then my tongue I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time; a mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight.
I wasn’t finished. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by the right . . .
And, then my ears, I understand. Let’s get on with it.
Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish, every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out: “Dear God, what is that thing?” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what “to the pain” means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery, forever.