Kiddies and Expensive Toys

Kids have some pretty expensive toys these days. I remember when I was little, and computers were not even on the radar screen. Well, okay, maybe in books, but not in reality. Now, we don't have kiddies, but we are certainly not immune as to what kids occupy themselves with. When I look around at what kids play with today, it sometimes astounds me. There are ads everywhere for expensive computer gadgets, games, and gizmo's. Almost each and every teen that I see has an iPod strapped to their head. Where we live, little kids have their very own ATVs...very cute...very expensive.

But yesterday, while on my way to the gym, something caught my beady little eye. A young girl, about 12 years old, was playing with a white plastic abandoned baby high chair. The high chair first appeared on the top of a large snow bank (because we now have A LOT OF SNOW here now). What was more disturbing was the guilty look on the girl's face when my car drove around the corner. It was like first she was playing with the object, then spotted me, and moved away from the chair and toward our back fence.

I didn't get a good vibe I tell you. Maybe she was embarrassed to be seen playing with the chair? I don't know.

But, something else was running through my head. What if someone was going to place that chair beside our fence, climb onto it, and then climb over the fence....maybe attempt to break in...maybe attempt to steal something from the back yard (although there is not much there to steal, for sure). This bothered me all the way to the gym, and then last night as well.

Today, I was taking action. I was Captain Marvel. I went out to shovel THE SNOW a bit, and fetch the mail, but my main thought was to check out where that chair had been moved to.

Sure enough. Just as I thought. It was now on top of a huge SNOW BANK right beside our fence. So, I did what any good citizen would do. I snatched it up, and placed it in the garage. We'll bring it over to the dump at some point.

At least now I feel better now. The ratty old thing is in MY garage, and NOBODY can creep into MY backyard....right?