So. Saturday after English school, we went to the Karimoku Showroom in Shin Yokohama to choose a desk for Me First. Most Japanese kids get one upon starting first grade. I figured, at the time, that it was a “right of passage” thing and that the kitchen table would do just fine. And it does, for the homework bit. And then it doesn’t. You really need the desk to contain all the shit your kids bring home from school. The books they don’t need that day, the jumprope they only use a few weeks a year, the paint set they use occasionally: all of it is kept at home.
At the showroom (it isn’t a furniture store because you can’t actually purchase the stuff there; you have to order it from a department store. Gotta love Japan.) I quickly remembered why we hadn’t chosen anything the last time we were here. Brother immediately started whining that he wanted a swivel chair while Sister proceeded to safety test all of the desk lamps.
HRH quickly lost his temper. Instead of acknowledging the inherent fabulousness of a swivel chair and expressing how unfortunate it was that we couldn’t have one and then waiting for the storm to pass, which is what I would have done (and he calls spoiling,) Dad got angry, threw Me First’s bag at him, and said he had to make his way home on his own.
I’m sure you can imagine how that turned out.
HRH gets pissed when I don’t back him up on things like that, but… really? You gotta gimme something to work with.
We did manage to choose a desk in spite of ourselves, and hopefully we will even get around to buying it sometime soon.