Trent's scooter is missing. He was out a little later than usual yesterday and I was in the middle of putting Callie to bed when he got home. Didn't realize until he wanted to ride it today that it was missing. There was one laying in the neighbors yard, so I assumed it was his. When he came back asking if I found his scooter I started to worry. The one in the neighbors yard wasen't his. We walked the park, no luck.
My fishing pole got stolen when I was younger. Its not a safe feeling. I swear if I ever see that dumb kid riding Trent's scooter around, his parents are gonna hear about it, that kid's gonna spend some time in juvi'. (Yeah right, I'm a wimp.) It just sucks. Maybe it will turn up. (That's the optimist in me!)
MISSING: One Red, Hot Wheels Scooter, please return to a very sad little boy.
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That's the worst feeling in the world! Poor guy!
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