Wednesday, I took my mini to KidZania and yesterday we went on the Warner Studios Harry Potter tour. Mini showed me she could spend responsibly while I chilled in the Grown Up Only Lounge and she was let loose with her (my) credit card. I was too wrapped up in the fun to take photos, so I put mini in charge of capturing the moments.
On the way back, we stopped at the park so she could fly the kite she purchased the day before. Guess what happened while she ran through the field….she lost her phone!!
We stayed in that field for two hours, I turned on the ‘find your phone’ option. I called T-Mobile, after I called an canceled the card she kept in the phone pocket, and then spoke with someone from Apple support.
The phone was gone. All the responsible talk I had bestowed on my daughter dissipated. But, then she started crying and I had to adjust my attitude.
What don’t cost life, don’t cost nothing
I told mini we’d chalk it up as a lose and a lesson. We headed back to our host’s home. Within fifteen minutes of being inside my phone rang. A group of girls had found the phone.
Nothing to fear.
Another discussion of fear I’ve been seeing is related to travel.
I can’t go on any social media platform without seeing articles about couples and singles dying in the DR. And the comments that follow, people claiming they’ll be crossing it off their list.
It made me think of all the people that ask me if I’m scared to travel with my daughter. The answer is, “no.” Hell, I have more fear traveling to Eden Prairie and Athens. I drive and don’t stop when I’m roadtripping and have to pass through Alabama.
There’s way more things to fear…like losing my phone and access to cash. And not having a single photo of myself chugging down a Flying Cauldron Butterscotch Beer.
*We did make it back to the British Museum and the Africa exhibit was open, mini was able to see the Manga exhibit, and we stopped by Platform 9 3/4.