Wwyd? My daughter's bike is missing.

[Anonymous]

Put your kid's name on the next bike. Teach your dd how to lock her bike. The end.

[Anonymous]

Like Mom, like child.
Next bike, put in the name in an unusual place.

Or, before confronting anyone, just take the bike back.
People can be bike stealing jerks.

[Anonymous]

If you knew it was yours, why didn't you just take it. I would've rang the bell and say "oops, it looks like your daughter accidentally took our bike. We're taking it back, thanks!"

[Anonymous]

Just go over and take it. When you get home put your name on it in an inconspicuous place. If the mom has the gall to ask you point to the hidden name.

[Anonymous]

... but you better do it soon before she gets wise and hides it in the garage.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My daughter's bike disappeared from her friend's front yard a couple of weeks ago. Several neighborhood kids told me this other girl has it. I ride by the house and see what appears to be my daughter's bike. I knock on the door and ask the mother if it happens to be her bike. Everything about the bike matches my daughter's, down to the ripped seat. She says it's her daughter's.

I guess it could be her child's bike. I asked a few kids if they've ever seen her riding the bike, and they say no. She rides a bigger, different colored bike.

It seems too coincidental for my daughter's bike to be missing and an identical one is in their garage.

Is this just a loss? How would you handle this?

Believe it or not, this happened to my brother many years ago. The only difference is that we saw the kid take it and ride off with it.

My dad and brother and I went to the kid's house. My father asked about the bike. The kid's mom said it was his. My dad said, well, that is interesting since there is a torn spot where the label with his name was on the front (the kid had ripped the label with his name on it). Then he said, I guess we will just have to involve the police. At that point, the kid's story changed and he fessed up.

If you are sure it is hers, and it sounds like you are, I would not let this go. I would go to the house, state your case, then say you plan to call the police.

[Anonymous]

those that are suggesting she just take it, are wrong. Op admits it’s possible it’s the other girl’s bike. She should have labeled it or put it away. If you’re not sure, call the police.

And I completely disagree with the lawyer post. These are neighbors. You don’t just tell someone you’re taking a bike from their garage esp when op says it could be the other girl’s bike.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:those that are suggesting she just take it, are wrong. Op admits it’s possible it’s the other girl’s bike. She should have labeled it or put it away. If you’re not sure, call the police.

And I completely disagree with the lawyer post. These are neighbors. You don’t just tell someone you’re taking a bike from their garage esp when op says it could be the other girl’s bike.

Omg reading comprehension, PP. It’s a friend’s neighbor, not her neighbor. And sure, I guess the exact same bike with the exact same rip on the seat that nobody’s seen the girl ride COULD be the other girls. But on the 99% likelihood that common sense prevails and it’s the OP’s kid’s bike, she is entitled to get it back and does not have to play the other mom’s games out of perceived niceness. She can be direct... or call the police? Why jump to bothering the police over a kid’s bike without being direct in asking for it back first?

Second the suggestion to send the husband this time.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Man here - I remember being in grade school and my basketball disappeared when we were at the playground. It had my name written on it in magic marker. I walked all around the school neighborhood until I ran into some kids playing basketball at someone’s house with a ball that looked like mine. I stood around and then asked if I could play and they said sure and when they passed the ball to me I could see that someone had tried to remove my name from the ball with some kind of solvent but my name was very apparent. I said “this is my ball, who stole it from me?” A kid came up to me and said it’s his ball which meant he was the one who stole it. I put the ball on the ground and then I hit him as hard as I could and then picked up the ball and ran as fast as I could. Truly one of my finest moments as a grade schooler.

Good Old days.

[Anonymous]

I grew up with a mom who would lie for me. Except this is how the scenario would play out:

Other mom: hi is this your daughter’s bike?
My mom: yes, she’s had it for years
Other mom: ok, sorry, bye
*my mom closes the door *

My mom: get you ass down here! Did you steal a bike? Tell me the truth. I don’t give a sh!t if you did but don’t lie to me. Now go bang up that bike so it don’t look like that girl’s anymore.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Man here - I remember being in grade school and my basketball disappeared when we were at the playground. It had my name written on it in magic marker. I walked all around the school neighborhood until I ran into some kids playing basketball at someone’s house with a ball that looked like mine. I stood around and then asked if I could play and they said sure and when they passed the ball to me I could see that someone had tried to remove my name from the ball with some kind of solvent but my name was very apparent. I said “this is my ball, who stole it from me?” A kid came up to me and said it’s his ball which meant he was the one who stole it. I put the ball on the ground and then I hit him as hard as I could and then picked up the ball and ran as fast as I could. Truly one of my finest moments as a grade schooler.

Ok sure. Some people might say the greatest story ever told was the birth of the baby Jesus, but nope. It’s this.

Are you responding to the PP above who said they loved this great story? With a comment about the birth of Baby Jesus? That’s as nutty a thing as I’ve ever seen on DCUM.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I grew up with a mom who would lie for me. Except this is how the scenario would play out:

Other mom: hi is this your daughter’s bike?
My mom: yes, she’s had it for years
Other mom: ok, sorry, bye
*my mom closes the door *

My mom: get you ass down here! Did you steal a bike? Tell me the truth. I don’t give a sh!t if you did but don’t lie to me. Now go bang up that bike so it don’t look like that girl’s anymore.

Yep.

This is why you solve it by taking the bike back without saying anything, and scratching the name or intials in a hidden metal part. Old school survival of the craftiest.

[Anonymous]

Newsflash: people steal things and lie about it. Even bikes. And jackets. And shoes if they can.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I grew up with a mom who would lie for me. Except this is how the scenario would play out:

Other mom: hi is this your daughter’s bike?
My mom: yes, she’s had it for years
Other mom: ok, sorry, bye
*my mom closes the door *

My mom: get you ass down here! Did you steal a bike? Tell me the truth. I don’t give a sh!t if you did but don’t lie to me. Now go bang up that bike so it don’t look like that girl’s anymore.

Sounds like you were very well brought up.

[Anonymous]

Any chance you have anything at home that has the bike serial number on it?