It’s gotten quite cold here recently, so our son has taken to wanting gloves when he goes out. I’ve considered getting him some nice waterproof ones, but the simple fact is that he’s better at losing gloves and mittens than all three little kittens combined. So rather than fight with him over it, I get him about a dozen pairs of inexpensive gloves at the start of the winter, and if he wants to play and a pair gets wet, we just change out.
This is our second cold snap, so he’d already had a pair out earlier this fall, which he could not find this morning.
“Mom, where are my gloves?!?”
We investigated the pockets of his bomber jacket. No gloves. We looked in his backpack. No gloves.
“Mom, you’re supposed to know where my gloves are!”
“Since when? Honey, I cannot follow you around all day to keep track of your gloves. What am I supposed to do, hide in your desk while you’re at school?”
“Well, can’t you make a Glove Locator?” asks my son.
And then he wondered why I laughed.
My Mom uset to sew a long cord to my jackets and attach each end to a mitten or glove. It was discustingly hard to lose them. I managed occasinally but it took work.
I did that when he was small. But he’s 11 now, and it would garner him endless teasing about having “baby” gloves.
True, Its what the peoples of the Artic circle do, adult and child. Up there losing your gloves/mittens means losing a hand or life.