Our “double wide“ stroller was stolen. Drex took the girls for a walk on the mountain this morning. They parked the stroller in the woods, away from the main path, and followed a steep trail to hunt for snails. When they came back from their hike to the spot near some rocks where the stroller should have been— it was gone! They searched and searched, in case somebody had moved it, or maybe it had rolled away somehow, but then realized— it was really gone. Somebody had taken it.

Along with the stroller, we lost our Klean Kanteens, a musical remote control, and a plastic blue dinosaur. Sonya burst into tears. She’s spent all day going over and over the incident.

She’s wanted to talk about it non-stop. She just can’t figure it out— why? Why would someone steal our stroller?

Drex and I ponder the same thing, but for Sonya, this opened a hole in the happy veil of childhood innocence— life isn’t fair, and sometimes bad people take things from you. And then your stuff is gone and you don’t know who did it.

After dinner tonight, Sonya pulled out her ukulele and sang a mournful ballad:

My stroller got takened away
upon the mountain.

She could have a real future as a country blues singer.