On a grocery run with the kids this week, I was still feeling the holiday spirit and let my oldest son, the master negotiator, talk me into buying each child a gourmet lollipop. The lollipops were right there in the checkout impulse-buy section, looking appealingly like large colorful superballs on sticks. So each of us, including me, picked out an exotic flavor. Two kids opened their lollipops as soon as they got in the car, but Orangeboy discovered an unopened sucker that was in the car from an earlier bank run and opened that free one, instead of the one I had just paid 50 cents for.
As I was pulling out of my parking space, I spotted him in the backseat licking the little flat, bank sucker and questioned his choice. He replied that he was "saving" the other one.
This prompted me to sarcasm once again and I ventured, "So I guess you've decided that it's too special to eat and so you might as well waste it."
Orangeboy's response: "Well... pretty much."
So here's where I must explain the history of Orangeboy and saving stuff. His "saving" is really, I believe, I mild form of hoarding. Early in his life, if he was given a gift, no matter how token, he would carry it about on his person as long as he was allowed. Once he was forced into the position of having to let something go, he would stash it somewhere; like in a corner behind a door, or under a bed, or in the bread box. I once found 5 pairs of sunglasses in the breadbox. I had been so frustrated about where all his sunglasses were going!
He still has the tendency to take anything he values or that is deemed special in some way, and "stash" it in his room. It may not be seen for a long, long time - even if it WAS something edible.
During the previous holiday week, my brother, sister-in-law, and their daughter came to visit. We exchanged gifts with them and the grands one evening at the grandparents' house. Orangeboy stacked each gift that he opened on his lap as he opened them. When the gift exchange session was over, he stood up with his stack and started wandering about. I informed him that we weren't going anywhere right away and he could put his stuff down. He looked uncertain about that and decided not to take me up on the unburdening idea. I finally had to just take the gifts away and put them near the door, assuring him that they were going nowhere but home with us when we were ready.
So, all of this history, in addition to the fact that he still has a bag full of Halloween candy in his closet, prompted me to snipe that he was going to save the gourmet lollipop until it was wasted.
And he agreed.