As my oldest son has gotten older, (now 12) – we have given him more freedoms – One of those freedoms is being allowed to walk around on his own in the store when we go shopping. Usually he wanders to the music and electronics departments, but apparently yesterday, he went off to the jewelry section, because he returned to me with a watch in his hands.
“Mommy,” he begins.
I look at him, I look at the watch in his hands. He see’s the look on my face which is telling him “No,” before I’ve even said the word.
“Please,” he says, “I’ll do extra chores for a month! Two months!… I’ll wash the dishes after dinner!”
“Well,” I say, “Most nights, your grandmother washes the dishes, so that doesn’t really benefit me.”
“You won’t have to pay me allowance for two months!”
I laugh. “We don’t even pay you allowance anyway!”
“Please, Mommy… look how shiny it is…” he says turning it in the light so it flashes.
“You already have a watch,” I say, tapping the one on his wrist.
“But it’s a sports watch… It’s not gold like this one.”
“I doubt that’s gold.”
“But it looks like gold!”
“I’ve been doing great in school,” he says.
“Yes. That’s true…”
“I won’t ask for anything else for a long time!”
“How much is it?”
“Ten dollars… or a little more… like, eleven…or twelve,” he mumbles as the number goes higher.
“I don’t know…” I say.
My boy stands there, staring fondly at the watch in his hands. I can see the wheels turning in his head – trying to think of a way to convince me to buy it. Suddenly he smiles and holds it close to my face, “Look!” he says, “I didn’t show you the best part!”
I squint my eyes. “What am I looking at?”
“See that? …The date!…” he pauses until he’s sure my eyes have found it.
“It’s in Spanish!”
We buy the watch.