Moseying Through the Neighborhood

Kenzo was so jealous last week when Osamu got to stay home with mama and he had to go to school.

Today the tables were turned. Osamu was off to kindergarten and Kenzo got to stay home since Saturday was open house and school was off.

The boy had big plans. He's been looking forward to this day for a week. Eri told him that he was gonna go to the supermarket with her, which was exciting enough for him, but there was more. Mama had to stop by another store called Birthday to pick up some clothing items for the boys, and Kenzo knows they also have toys there. He was gonna use his hard-earned money to buy a new toy for himself, on his own, without Osamu bugging him, with mama present to witness his independent move.

Poor Kenzo only had the morning with mama, though. It's the first month of the school year so the kindergarten kids go home before lunch. Last week when Osamu was home he got most of the day with mama all to himself since the first graders get out at 13:30 and Kenzo doesn't arrive home until close to 14:00 because he and Hidekazu take their time moseying through the neighborhood.

Kenzo was not aware of the disparity, however, so all was fine. It was just me that lamented quietly on his behalf.

Eri and Kenzo got back around 11:30, with just five or so minutes to put their stuff down and stick some groceries in the fridge before they had to hop back in the car and go get Mumu-chan at the kindergarten bus stop.

I was in between meetings so I ran downstairs to see what Kenzo procured for himself with his own money. Turns out he paid over 300 yen for a Star Wars themed storm trooper Tomica. He's not really aware of Star Wars as a pop culture thing, and I think even if he did he wouldn't care. He just thought the car was cool.

Seeing his face beam with pride over getting something he wanted using money he actually earned made me very pleased. Now I gotta somehow keep this momentum going.

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