It's not unusual for the girl to come home with the occasional odd trinket. There's a treasure box in the classroom and the kids are rewarded for good behaviour by getting to choose from it. But that's usually reserved for Friday and the prizes are more along the lines of pencils, stickers, etc. So I said, "Hey, cool car, where did you get it?" To which the girl says, "Oh, so and so gave it to me."
Now, I know the so and so she's referring to and I don't see her as the type to be handing out her toys to her classmates, so I become suspicious. I ask my daughter flat out if she took the car from the classroom. She insists she didn't so I drop the conversation and we continue walking home.
As the week goes on, I keep seeing that little yellow car around the apartment and I just don't like it. It makes me feel bad and guilty like I'm evading the IRS or harboring a fugitive. But I try to not think about it. There's no way my little angel is a thief!
Friday comes around. I pick the girl up from school. She has this in her hands:
As we're walking home I ask her where she got it and she replies, " A different so and so gave it to me." I flip over the car to see the brand is Viking Toys, and that it was made in Sweden. So then I ask, "Oh yeah, where did he get it?"
That little liar looks me right in the eye and says, "Mcdonalds."
ALL THE WAY home I ask her over and over if she might have taken it from the classroom. She swears up and down that the car was given to her. We get home, I place the car on the shelf, right next to the other half of the girl's ill gotten booty, and I call Jay. At this point, even though I have my proof, I'm still clutching to the idea that my daughter isn't a law breaker. Never one to mince words though, Jay says, "Yeah, she's a thief. Those cars need to be returned."
I figured I'd give her one last chance. I place both cars in front of her and I get down to her level and I very seriously say, "On Monday I'm going to go into your class and ask your teacher if these cars are hers. If they are, you are going to be in BIG TROUBLE. But, if you confess now, I won't punish you this time."
She immediately blurts out, "They belong in the classroom. I accidentally took them."
Accidentally? That's an interesting word choice.
So now we're spending the rest of the afternoon discussing stealing. And how even though you may really, really want that rockin' pink jeep, you can't just wrap your sticky fingers around it and take it home.