Mother gets pretty hot about a few things. One of these is problems with mail delivery. One day, she got to her mailbox to find her mail tattered,torn, and lying on the ground. Worst of all, a government check had been ripped. Somebody was going to pay for this crime! Rabid with rage, she cornered a couple of kids who gladly gave up the perpetrator to save their own sorry hides. They’d seen a little blonde-haired girl with pig-tails standing on her pink tricycle rifling through Mother’s box. Mother gave the little snitches a five dollar reward after they located the child’s tricycle parked in front of a house two streets over.
Armed with this information, Mother called the Sheriff’s Department to report the heinous crime. Regaling him every shocking detail, the criminal’s description, description of the getaway vehicle, and last known address. The deputy laughed, asking if she’d had the check back.
“Yes, but that’s not the point. I want this stopped! Tampering with the mail is a Federal Crime!”
“Lady, what do you want me to do, put out an APB on a little three-year-old girl on a pink tricycle?
Nutsrok 
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Great post, scary comments – but one more question: was your mother sure it was the little girl who was guilty, or were the other kids just using her as a scapegoat?
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Good question.
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😂
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So brazen to be openly tampering with your mail at 3! At this rate she’ll be picking locks at 5, committing serious fraud by 7 and running some secret spy network at 9!
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No end to the evil in her future.
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You laugh. We lived in an L.A. slum where the next-door five year old had a homemade shiv in his sock. All the little kids ran in a gang led by a 12-year-old. When our house was broken into the (let me think and count for a minute) third time, the mom held up her toddler so that he could break the kitchen window with his ball–It’s nice when parents take their children to work with them, and bring them up to learn a trade, don’t you think?
D#mn. There’s ANOTHER of my future posts I’ve ruined!
:D
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Oh man! Post it today! One of my friends worked at a pediatric psych facility. A 3 year-old ther walked around chanting, “I burnt that bitch up! I’ll do it again!” He had burned his grandmother to death. Can’t imagine what happened before or after.
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That is so terrible I can’t even feel sad. That child can go either of two ways: He will either never be normal, and will be a very dangerous, twisted adult, or:
He has had his healing. That was a wonderful, powerful act for a small child. Instead of an imaginary monster, he had a real one, and he conquered it, all by himself. Good for him, I say! I hope someone has the good sense to tell him that they are PROUD of him.
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God help I’m.
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My god that’s terrifying, not only for you having to live there but these poor kids who are taught and encouraged violence and criminal behaviour so young. That’s really sad. I hope your are in a nicer neighbourhood now.
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This is not me, but it is somebody!
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Oh, yes, thank you. It’s outwardly pretty, and it’s quieter. But…let’s just say I’ll be moving again when I can. It is still easy to see why I’m a misanthrope.
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You’ve certainly made me realise how lucky I’ve been to have lived where I’ve lived and never had to experience the kind of things you have. Hope you can find your own safe haven eventually.
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No, I live in a safe place. This story was about my mother. She lives in a good place, too. This little girl was just running loose. May have just slipped off from her mother.
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I’m pleased to hear that, hopefully the little girl in question is just your average livewire kid rather than those poor kids and scary families Outlier Babe has obviously encountered
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Pottsy! Sorry. My friggin’ notebook blinked and I hadn’t noticed–that’s for Aussome Aussa.
Thank YOU for your thoughtful, kind comment. Right now, my warmest haven is online, thanks to people like you.
<3
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WordPress is a good place.
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(gee: now I”m doubly-embarrassed–when the screen blinked, I saw my reply to Aussa had disappeared–I’d just hit Send–and I was in YOUR comment in the Notifications window, so naturally ASSumed the comment had headed to you. I see now it did not. Sorry about the weirdness–I claim I’ve been Freshly Pwned. Hey! Another post idea!
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Don’t be embarrassed all friends here.
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Who knows?! Perhaps she could be part of a little pink tricycle gang? You know like a pack of 4 or 5 of them….taking up the WHOLE sidewalk, looking innocent and cute the whole time. Sheesh…who knows what mischief they are getting into?! Step up the police presence in the neighborhood I say!
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Why was a 3-year-old on a tricycle two streets away from her home, I assume without her parents? I think that’s where the crime is.
Not that your story isn’t extremely funny, but I have to wonder what that 3-year-old will grow into if she’s already rifling through strangers’ mailboxes.
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Excellent point
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Sounds like the sheriff would have come in handy.
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That only jumped out at me because the kids in my neighborhood are unsupervised, and have been for a very long time. I keep hoping that something will happen where the police will have to get involved – say, someone gets hurt (but not to badly) on the trampoline when no adults are on the premises. I don’t want to be the one to call because everyone already knows I don’t get along with those neighbors and would figure I only called to be mean.
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You are right, though! That child was at risk.
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Depending upon where you live, police or social services might not respond even if you called. We lived in a “gentrification” neighborhood (i.e. slum) of many-bedroom houses. Many folks see this as a fostering opportunity. One foster mom down the street had six kids for her six bedrooms–I guess she or a child slept in the living or dining room (many of the beautiful homes had been cut up with slapdash walls).
All the children were unsupervised all day, including a two-year-old who walked around in and out of doors, in and out of the street. The mom actually boasted to other neighbors, from whom I heard it “I hope he gets hit–then I can sue and get lots of money!”. You can bet I called. No response.
The toddler wound up working his way down-cellar to the hot-water tank where he opened the drain and got severely burned on his head, needing hospitalization.
(I did it again–this should have been part of another post on my own blog. I’ll just have to stop coming over here… :( )
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No, please don’t. I had a patient who bought a huge house and fostered 22 kids. They moved relatives in to help. That’s not foster care, that’s a factory. My patient was 88, on dialysis, blind, no legs. He rocked babies. Now I gave away a post. We are even.
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Crikey! 22!! That’s some agency, letting that happen. Jeez.
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Big mess
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How sad that no one would respond to your call. The cops in my town do take such calls seriously – I know, because when the last family was there, their young son was home alone and tried to build a fire under the gas meter. We called the police, and the police came within minutes and then made stepmom come home from wherever she was and tend to her stepchild. That family moved to another county shortly afterwards, where (according to the kid’s father) no one cares if people have a little fun with bonfires.
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Sounds like great neighbors.
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Yep. We get them all.
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That is sad, too, Cordelia. Same experience here the one time they DID respond. The stepfather of one of the two boys next door was burning his stepson with a cigarillo, and it looked like also cutting him. Pedro had tried to hide the burns and cuts and then tried to explain them away to me. Not a month after reporting this, the family, who had lived there for several years, packed up and disappeared overnight back to Mexico–where dad could do as he pleased. I learned from that not to report anything because Social Services would not handle it appropropriately and immediately remove the child from danger.
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What a shame.
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Wow. That’s just plain scary. The kids around me are wild and uncontrolled, but I don’t think any of them are abused. Then I probably would have to get involved.
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Of course
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