06/12/2022
Picking my son up from school - he is six. For the past two weeks, ive seen his Pokémon card collection change and grow - either winning them in the funfair, begging us to buy them or exchanging them at school. He will come home with new cards with the words of 'tiago gave them to me gratos' or ' someone gave them to me' when I asked about them. He somehow manages to get rid of the worthless cards for golden ones - quite literally shiney gold coloured cards.
I don't know much about Pokémon cards, but I can spot a gem when I see it - I imagine the Matt gold ones are worth more, are more rare than the ones he trades away. A substantial amount of his cards end in MAX or something similar, and more of these cards are replacing the standard, everyday cards that used to fill his already worn folder. I've come to the conclusion he is definitely not stupid, he knows what the cards are worth and always seems to get the best part of the deal.
Anyway, outside the school with three kids SCREAMING in each others faces, and a girl half my age who I can only guess is the carer of the other boys, making them brothers. They want to go to the park, the girl looks like a deer in headlights when I start speaking English and really regrets saying yes to go with us. She is stoicly silent the entire time - definitely not parent - her nose ring would have been long gone.
It's ok, because 'going to the park' doesn't actually entail playing on any swings or slides, but it's really a code for 'i will trade you my sh*tty card for your special one'. It's like a backroom poker game where only the meanest are invited. Theo is handed the crispest card I have ever seen - shiny beyond reasoning...it must be a newly found substance otherwise unknown to man...freshly mined from the moons of Saturn this very morning...he proceeds to go through the pages of cards he knows doesn't show the special cards that his classmate might want, but carefully sidesteps through his 45 page folder, skipping treasures like Indiana Jones meanders through adventures - slowly but surely inching towards fame and glory.
He comes across a card ..it's a test. 'what about this one...?' he says - 'yo..have you seen that card...are you joking' comes the reply. He might have to lose a nice card after all. Nope, he negotiates a lesser card, and the older brother doesn't know what hit him. It's too late...maybe he recognises the error when he gets home but it will be too late. The card will be long gone.
Theo contains his excitement in away that only his father can recognise...because his father did the same with POGs when he was the same age, all those years before. I'm secretly proud of him, and feel sorry for those on his recieving end.