The story of our chalk.

If I had a blood pressure cuff it would probably break after the kind of day I've had. No. Joke. And as I sit outside writing this, it still continues.

We left some of Leah's chalk on our front step. Over night. I wouldn't think people would come steal it or anything. Well, I thought wrong. Except it didn't get taken over night. It was during the day. By another two year old. Two years old? Understandable right? Well, we were in and out all day. I painted her toe nails, we kicked the ball around, coloured with chalk.

After dinner we were about to go out again. I asked if M could see Leah's chalk outside on the step. He said no. We went out anyways and shortly after, realized the chalk was completely missing. I look down the way a bit and this woman in jean shorts and bikini top is walking away holding our bucket of chalk with her little red haired, two-year-old boy. I said "Leah, there's your chalk! Go tell that woman its your chalk." She started to run, but didn't get far. She came back to me with her head hung low and shoulders hunched. Upset. Legit heart broken. But honestly, that WAS her chalk. I know it! So, my sister and Leah and I decided to go for a 'leisurely' walk around our complex. Past the woman's house.
So...lo and behold, sitting outside with 2 other women (also mothers) is this bikini woman. And her cute red haired boy. While walking Leah found a piece of chalk. She was estatic.
As we're marching up to these women, which I only intended on closely observing. A three year old girl comes up to Leah. In their toddler language, the conversation goes something like this:
L- chalk?
3yo- oh yeah, we have your chalk over there. (Hands Leah the bucket)
L- :-) kank-you!!
Me- - aw thank you, kiera for giving her her chalk back, we couldn't find it!
3yo- that's Leah's
Me- yes thank you very much, leah's chalk was missing.

DUN-DUN-DUN

the bikini chick speaks up.
"Um, that's our chalk honey. Why are you giving it away? Brett, go get your chalk."
Que three dirty looks my direction.

Then I spoke up and said "well, Leah was asking for her chalk because hers is missing. I guess kiera thought it was Leah's."
Keiras mom- "kiera also thought it was Emma's."

(BECAUSE LEAH KIERA AND EMMA WERE DRAWING WITH IT ON *MY* SIDEWALK YESTERDAY!!!!)

I ignored them. The bikini chick (the lying culprit who knows her son found my daughters chalk) says "here Brett, give the little girl some chalk"
I said "keep it!"
And walked away. Fuming. Gah!! Can you imagine. The nerve?

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After Leah was in bed, I went to sit out on my front step with my sister and start writing. The little red haired boy opens his front door and runs out. Yelling "this door was unlocked, so i run out" (lol) He came running over to my step. He said "this is where I find my chalk" I said "oh you found some chalk here?" He nods. I said "did you know that was my little girls chalk? She was very sad when she couldn't find it." After this he said about a bajillion 'why's' lol
About 5 minutes later his brother comes out. The boy makes a huge deal about how we want our chalk back and he wants to give it to us. I thought that was the sweetest thing. I didn't care if I got it back or not. That little boy was sorry. And i forgive him. He's just 2. MAYBE 3. He probably knows he shouldn't of just taken it.
About fifteen more minutes of sitting outside, listening to them all yell at the boy for trying to bring us our chalk back, I just couldn't take it. I went on my back step - to enjoy the beautiful evening. But? Its incredibly sad. Lesson learned though. Don't leave ANYTHING OUT. Also? I wrote Leah's name on everything outdoorsy and our unit number.
What kind of people do that? I know its just some silly sidewalk chalk, but its still not right. And that boy knew it. And so did the rest of the mothers once he went back there announcing we wanted the chalk back that HE took.
B!#(H.

I guess we can't choose our parents though, can we?
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