Some f***ing a$$hole stole our favorite stroller from our front yard tonight. Steve came back from the park with Daniel before dinner and left it out front, and he just noticed it's gone. Who would do something like that? Who? We've left it out there plenty of times, never thinking we had to worry about theft in this neighborhood, but I guess we learned our hard lesson.
It's our red BOB Revolution. I could just cry. All those walks I took with Daniel around the neighborhood, all those lattés cradled in the cupholder, all the groceries crammed in the basket underneath from trips to Mississippi Market, all the Mass programs tucked into the pocket after family walks to church. I loved that stroller. It was more a part of me than I imagined because right now I feel like my heart's been ripped out.
The police dispatcher said to call back tomorrow to file a report. Steve says we should look on Craig's List to see if anyone tries to sell it. I just don't have high hopes for ever seeing it again, though.