Category: Unexpected Wake Up Calls

You're clue:

Diaper bag.

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What is the object found in the middle of the street this morning by the cop who rang our doorbell at 5:30 to tell us that our car had been broken in to?

That's right Jane. Tell her what she's won.

Last night a thief, which to his/her credit, managed to break into several cars up and down the street without tripping any alarms, made a run through our neighborhood. Fastforward to the doorbell at 5:30 and John running down the stairs and back up again in search of pants. Joshy is walking out of his room saying "Is it wake-up time?" and I am shoving John my pajama pants so he can answer the door. It wasn't till I had gotten my discombobulated self to the window and saw John and the cop talking near the cars that it hit me what happened. Thankfully they had been able to get in our cars without breaking windows (the same can't be said of the hummer across the street) and we have nothing of value for them to take. The most promising thing was a black diaper bag that was quickly tossed when found to contain...diapers. The pack and play and car seats would have hindered the fast getaway and John's fast food wrappers, well, they chose not to do us the favor of removing those. Still, having a car rustled through, although unnerving, beats having it stolen in its entirety. John's car was stolen when we were on vacation several years ago and by the time we came back, it had been crashed and impounded and because we hadn't filed a report prior to the impounding, they wanted us to pay a several hundred dollar fee to reclaim it. Yeah. Ridiculous. I know. But, through that lens, I'd much prefer the rustled contents. I am sure our sweet neighbor with the window to replace would say the same.