This morning we woke to find our stroller stolen.
Well, “woke to find” isn’t exactly true, it took a while to figure out it was missing this morning, but it was gone. I was getting things ready to take the kids to school when I noticed the stroller was not where it should be.
What sucks about this is not just the inconvenience of it, but this was one of the few new things we have for this baby. Child number 6 doesn’t get a lot of new stuff. This “travel system” included the stroller a car seat baby bucket and base. It wasn’t cheap.
Now some of this is my fault. I should not have left the stroller on the front porch. Still, who goes up to a house and steals a stroller? Well, it’s gone.
I posted on Facebook and Twitter our stroller was gone. As expected a couple of replies with condolences came in. My sister (or, as I like to refer to her, my ex-step-sister-in-law) replied “I have an extra one” – she had it for her new grandchild who isn’t in town now.
After I got the kids to school she came over and dropped off the stroller. It’s a couple of years older than the model we had less than 24 hours ago but does boast almost every feature (collapsible, a basket underneath, cup holders, and a decent height for the handle so I don’t have to stoop as I push it along.
Thank you. I greatly appreciate this.