Karen calls the police on me, but it backfires. She accidentally incriminates herself as a thief.

Backstory, I'm a single parent, I have a beautiful girl that's turning five in August. The past year

I've been fighting with an ex that tried to keep my kid away from me. Lawyers aren't cheap,

and being single doesn't exactly help with my finances. A couple of

months ago, I won the lawsuit, and I finally got to have my kid at my home again. For the past few

weeks, she was saying she wanted a bicycle. But still recovering from the lawsuit bills,

I wasn't able to afford it. Last week, I got a summer bonus bonus which finally gave me the financial boost I needed.

So yesterday I was finally able to buy my little girl her bike she wanted so badly. I enjoyed my time

with her, riding our bikes, but then it was getting time for dinner, which I still had to make.

So we headed back and parked the bikes in the backyard. We go inside and I start making dinner.

After about 10 minutes, I spot movement in the corner of my eye through the kitchen window.

That's on the side of the house. I see this kid, I'm guessing, six or seven years old,

just casually strolling by with a brand new bike I just got today.

My heart dropped and I ran to the front door hoping

I'd catch him before he rides away. I was lucky I did. I yanked the bike out of his hands and

freaks out to him, saying it was mine and he had no right to just walk onto other people's

backyard to take things. I was angry. I forced him to get off my property and set the bike in my front hallway,

thinking it was over. Boy, was I wrong. After comforting my little girl who'd never seen me

this mad before, poor thing, I returned to the kitchen to continue making dinner. Fifteen minutes

later, the doorbell rings. It's the kid and his evil mother. I'm greeted with a verbal barrage.

You give this boy his bike back. He found it. It's his.

So I say, he found it in my backyard. I got it for my kid today.

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