rescuing spiderman

Getting everyone into the van can be a process. I open the doors and the boys climb in while I buckle Caia into her seat. Then I have to go around to the other side to buckle Tru in and that's assuming that he actually got into his seat and I don't have to go outside to find him. Once they are buckled in, I go back around to the drivers' side and hop in. Every once in a while though, Jem has trouble with his buckle. When that happens, I have to take a deep breath and go around the back of the van to help him with his belt. Last week, we had one of those mornings. We were already running late and Jem's seat belt kept sticking. I finally got him buckled in and ran around to my seat to hop in. I had just managed to pull out of the garage and put the car in drive when Truett started yelling. He had been smacking his Spiderman toy against the side of the window and lost his grip. The toy had fallen down on the floor, out of his reach.
This is the point when I was faced with a dilemma. Rescue Spiderman or just keep driving? I chose to keep driving even though I knew it would mean more screaming and a torrent of tears. I possibly would have stopped the car and retrieved it for him if we weren't already late and if it wasn't a five minute drive and if he hadn't been smacking the window with it, which he knows is wrong. But we were late and I do expect that my kids can last five minutes without a toy. Plus, sometimes the best discipline comes from natural consequences, like dropping your toy when you are whacking it against the window.
I think Sam would have stopped the car and gotten the toy. Maybe some other people would have as well. But not me. I hunched my shoulders against the onslaught of tears and drove like the dickens. And I wondered if I had made the right choice. I still don't know. It haunts me. Stupid Spiderman.