On our way home from holidays at the beach, we stop to pick up our dog from the boarding kennel. I'm having trouble wrangling a very happy German Shepherd and ask DS1 to take care of what I'm holding. .. my purse and the receipt. He looks suitably chuffed by the responsibility.
100km later we are home and discover DS1 left my stuff on the roof of the car. It's not there anymore. My purse contained the usual life story, all my money until payday, and a $100 gift card for my mum.
To say I'm ropable is an understatement, DS1 is wisely reading quietly in his room while I think.
I do accept I should have double checked but I expect better from DS. I'm also quite sick which has lowered my patience so. .... over to EB for some perspective! WWYD?
Eta he's not quite 9.
Edited by The Old Bag, 29 January 2013 - 03:34 PM.