Scott's first heart break

Well it happened yesterday. My son had his heart broken for the first time and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Not only could I not do anything about it, but at the root of his heart break was his own mommy. So now I need to back track a bit to explain the story from the begining before Scott had to deal with the evil reality of life starring him in the face.
Back around Christmas and his birthday (remember only 6 days apart) he brought in a large sum of money (long story...if you want to know email me). So he bought a few toys with it, the wireless connection for the playstation and Socom III to be able to play with the big boys...he also bought a really cool bike. One of those neat ones with shocks on it, hand breaks and gears. It's funny because for a long time he said he would never have hand breaks, but he figured them out pretty quick after he decieded on this one. Well actually he got one from a different store first, no gears, but it had riding pegs in the back. After a few days with it he changed his mind and deceided that the one from Target was cooler looking and we traded them out.
So on Monday I had to take him in for a last minute dentist appointment since his apppliance had come un-glued on one side. I took him out of school early and then forgot to stop by the school after the appointment to pick up his bike (can you see where this is going?). Tuesday I drove him in since I was working that day. The idea was that he would ride home and then everything would be good. Not quite. We left the school and he dug his key out of his back pack and went to the racks....a few minutes later he was back saying his bike wasn't there. Well I just figured that it was like when you park your car in the mall lot. After so many hours you forget where you put it and just have to wander around for a bit with that look that says I know where I'm going, but your mind is saying where the hell is it? Anyways he looked at me funny and said, "No mommy, I know I parked it there...the lock is still there but the bike isn't". So trying to keep calm about it we went in to ask if maybe the costodians might have cut it since it was there over night. The assured me that there was no way they would have cut the lock. Scott's face just crumbled as he realized that someone had stolen his brand new bike that he just bought like 2 weeks ago! As the tears started to stream from his eyes at his heart break, I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest and being stepped on. I tried to let him know that it would all be ok, especially since he did everything that he was supposed to. After a few minutes we gathered our stuff and he went and got the lock off the bike rack and we came home.
Today he is in better spirts, but didn't want to take his old bike to school just in case. He was planning on walking in, but ran out of time so had to take his scooter (Rod he still has that one you gave him and loves it!) instead. I'm sure after a few times of coming out of the school and finding it still there he wil slowly get over his hesitations, but for now this is still a fresh memory of evil.