May This Thought Never, Ever Enter Your Head.
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Yesterday Christopher's bike got stolen at school. He had forgotten his bike lock, and when he came out of the building, it was gone. It's a hard lesson to learn at any time, but especially when you're only in first grade. He cried a little bit, and he's sad, but I must say he's taking it remarkably well.
I called the school and let the vice principal know a bike was stolen on school property so he can remind the kids how important it is to lock up their bikes and to prevent another child from such a bummer of a loss.
The vice principal suggested I file a police report, so this morning I called the non-emergency number of the county Sheriff's department, and the officer taking the calls said they would send someone out.
When I hung up the phone, the first thought that went through my head was, "Better put on a bra. The police are coming over again."
Oh god. I've turned into a female Ronnie Dobbs.
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