My own son stole from me! My own son… in my own home.
You can’t believe it either, huh? Well, I’m still trying to process everything that happened. So, let me recall everything for you (because I’ll have to say it for the pending police report anyways..)
Date: December 29, 2014
Time: 2:37 p.m.
Suspect: Jayden, now coined as The Remote Bandit; also known to his posse as El Remoto Bandero.
Details: Jayden has always loved electronics. He’ll ditch a toddler toy for a cell phone any day. One skill he learned early was using remotes. He’d press all the buttons as they light up waiting for the “tick” sound that lets him know that he has successfully turned on the television.
But it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. And I, my friends, got hurt.
On the date in question, Jayden played with the bedroom remote and we haven’t seen it since. (The agony…)
We have no clue where it is. We looked everywhere, but our search was fruitless. So, the only conclusion is that… *gulp* he threw it away in the trash, and we took the trash out not knowing the remote was inside of it.
Yup… it’s an international search now. ✈
I have no choice but to press charges on my son. Tough love is the only way.
At the moment, the suspect is free on bond pending trial. And I pray the judge throws the book at him.
In the meantime, my husband and I will have to *shudder* use a generic universal remote to fill our television desires. It’s better than nothing, but we can’t access the TV’s special features (show info, TV guide, etc.)
I know what you’re thinking. #FirstWorldProblems. Say what you will, but they’re problems nonetheless. Besides, it’s about the principle.
You can’t take and lose what’s not yours. THROW THE BOOK AT HIM, I SAY!