Loss of Innocence

Feast or famine when it comes to posts, huh?

Anyway...

I brag about our great neighbourhood to anyone who will listen. I don't lock the van and rarely lock the front door when I leave to pick up Shaun at school. Okay, admittedly, I rarely lock the front foor, period. Well, until I happily hopped into the van today and found precious keep-Mummy-sane coffee change strewn all over the front seat. Immediately I was irritated that Craig took some for his car and then left a mess. I tromped into the backyard and asked if he'd been in the van recently. "No," was his reply, but he thought perhaps it was Shaun digging through the drawer. He's been known to do that from time to time but has never left a mess. Then it hit me: It was some kid.

We live down the street and around the corner from a middle school (grades 6-8) and the sidewalk is bustling every day as all the kids walk to and from school. I'll bet some kid decided to check the door just for shits and giggles, or perhaps on a dare, and low and behold it was unlocked. And the change drawer had a slew of painfully collected loonies and toonies and even two 5 dollar bills. I hope he bought a lot of candy with that money. What else would a 13 year old do with $18?

What freaks me out the most is that I was probably HOME when this little turd raided the van. So now I lock the van doors and always, always lock the house. Stupid kids.