And Now, He’s Four for Four

Sam and Hannah and I went to a train show a couple of weeks ago. Sam had spotted a sign announcing the show, and reminded me daily as the date approached.

Some kids like trains. Some like them a lot. But for Sam, train stuff — models/shows/museums/tracks/engines/pictures/computer programs — trains are his Holy Grail.

I have written previously about the boy’s incredible luck. He enters raffles, and he wins. He has entered three raffles in his 12 charmed years, and has won 1) 70 bucks, 2) a half hour massage, and 3) a new bike. I worry that he is getting the wrong message about gambling, because so far, his experience has taught him that raffle tickets are a sure thing. Every time.

As we entered the long awaited model train show, Sam saw a big sign exclaiming, “Raffle!” I cringed. Once again I cued up “the talk” — the one where I remind him that most of the time, when people enter raffles, or buy lottery tickets, or enter contests, they do not win.

Me: Buddy, I’m afraid that if we buy tickets and then you don’t win, that you’ll be disappointed. Do you understand that we probably won’t win anything?

Sam: I know, Mom. But still, look at the train sets!

Me (muttering under my breath): Crap.

I caved, shelled out ten bucks, and chalked it up as a charitable donation. Then we went home and heard… nothing. For several days running, he ran into the house, just off the school bus, and asked with longing in his voice and hope that made my heart hurt, “Mom, did the Train Show Guy call?” I hated telling him, repeatedly, “Nope, I’m sorry. He didn’t call, Buddy.”

A few days passed and I finally ditched the tickets, relieved that Sam had handled the disappointing silence so gracefully. A small part of me was glad that finally, he was learning the hard lesson that in reality, raffle tickets don’t always magically turn into fabulous prizes.

And tonight, I got a phone call.

He won a train set. The very prize (out of 14 things that were raffled off that day) that he eyed on the display table and hoped to win.

Seriously, would it be so bad if I ask him to write down a few lucky numbers?

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7 responses to “And Now, He’s Four for Four

  1. Look. We’ve been over this, and over this, and you have not yet agreed, so I’m going to ask again. Would you please let me take him on the 2008 Uncle Doug Vegas Tour? I’ve got 7 or 8 casinos in mind, and I’ve got a hunch that Sam would have fun. High Roller Suites in every place. We can split on a friday night, and I’ll have him back in a week. Two tops. Maybe three, depending on how we do.

    Yep. Still works for me, as long as I get a healthy cut of the winnings. And much more importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE DOUG!!! -KDF

  2. Hi Kath. Sam’s good luck is more evidence that “The Secret” works. He sees it…and then makes it happen. So cool!

    By the way, did you notice that you and I have similar photos on our home page? Close-up of jeans and shoes. What’s up with that? Must be something to do with our hippy childhood in A2. :-)

    SUZ!!! Wow, that “similar pictures” thing is freakin’ weird. :) -KDF

  3. new lottery slogan: “somebody has to win, it might as well be Sam.”

  4. That is absolutely hilarious. Though I’m sure not for you. I completely empathize on the it’s-impossible-to-teach-this-kid-the-lesson problem. And even if he hadn’t won, I’m sure he still wouldn’t have learned. EVERY morning when we wake, I have to take my son’s temp to prove to him that he is still not sick and he can go to school.

    Oh my gosh, we have done that, too! -KDF

  5. Dang. I should’ve had him submit my entries for the HGTV dream home. A million dollars would come in rather handy. I could tell my boss where to shove her “part-timers can’t take leaves of absence” routine and study in Germany this summer for as long as I darn-well please.

    And while I’m dreaming, they could take all the calories out of tasty food and find a way exercise while watching TV in bed. That’d be nice. :-)

  6. I just spoke with Sam and he actually put the phone down at one point to go “deal with this new train I won.” Kid slays me every time. Vegas Sam, that’s my guy.

  7. Pingback: Old Favorites, Part V: I’m Not Kidding, I’m Asking Him for Lottery Numbers « Why Would I Sleep?

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