Since the first week of school, Findley has patiently built his case for Gogos. Gogos are little plastic alien-type toys, no smaller than a quarter. They cost roughly a dollar a piece and come in sets of three and five. They have names no parent would approve of. They are like drugs for six-year-olds.
Findley has been bugging for a few weeks now for these little toys. Until last Friday, I had no idea what a Gogo (or Bogo as I called them at Toys R Us this weekend) was. I knew that Finn wanted them and that he would probably have to wait for Santa to deliver them at Christmas.
Then I dropped Finn of at school. On Friday morning, while their backpacks held their place in line, a dozen grade one boys were huddled on the concrete playground, “battling” their plastic toys. The boys who didn’t have Gogos watched enviously as the privileged few played on. Findley was all over this. He cheered his friends on, offered tips and jumped and fidgeted while watching.
I couldn’t let the poor guy wait almost half a school year to join the club. I had to do something. Lucky for me, the Gogos are kept in plain sight, right at the cash at the local Toys R Us. For five dollars – or one week’s allowance – I had Findley’s membership dues. My plan was to wait until Sunday evening, the usual time allowances are distributed, and offer up the alternative. I’m glad I waited.
The minute Finn saw the package, it’s was Gogo this, Gogo that – he’s Gogo gone crazy! While watching Battle of the Blades last night (the Gogos had to watch too), Finn went on and on about how he could finally join a club with a few of his classmates. To gain entry, ones needs a minimum of three Gogos – he has five.
He even slept with his little toys tucked away in a purple felt Crown Royal bag. It sent me back to grade school myself, and the days of marbles in the schoolyard. I had quite a shot and a ginormous collection of marbles. When I mentioned that “way back in my day”, we played marbles at recess, he explained that they aren’t popular at his school, that Gogos are the game to play. He finished with “that must have been a really long time ago, no one plays marbles anymore”. Way to make a mother feel old, and guarantee she won’t be spending any more money on silly little Gogos!