Kinley got tagged

So I know that this is my second post today, but it is for a good cause. I am here to express my outrage at a crime spree in my neighborhood. Okay, so it wasn't so much a spree as an isolated incident. And the individual targeted was my sweet little girl. Kinley's toy car was tagged today (that is hood/ghetto speak for graffiti on one's possessions). The disgusting display consisted of 3 swear words, written in little kid handwriting, and in chalk. Needless to say I was livid. And we actually live in a very nice neighborhood and I don't even think we have that many little kids around. Kinley and I tried to do some detective work and went searching for the little heathen (or heathens), but alas, we found no further evidence of their destructive behavior. Luckily the chalk washed off pretty well, it needs a little magic eraser to get rid of the remaining marks, but Kinley was devasted. And this led to a very awkward conversation with Kinley about swear words and these specific swear words, I did not think we would need to have that discussion for a few years. I would include a picture but did not want to subject any one else the bad language. And I might add that the little creeps didn't even get the words spelled right, not to put the words in your mind, but one word was missing a "t" and one had a very pathetic attempt at a "k".

I wanted to put a letter on my patio to the little dirt bags. Something to the effect of, "Hey scum bag that attempted to destroy my child's toy. First of all, you need to go back to school and learn how to spell and work on your penmanship. Secondly, you have now vandalized the property of an attorney's child, and this particular attorney works very closely with the prosecutor's office and a judge. So if I were you, I would find somebody else to pick on. And lastly, you better pray I never find out who you are, you have picked the wrong little girl to mess with! P.S. Please write and tell me how prison is when you get there."

However, some time passed, I realized I am 27 years old, not very tough, and after a frantic call to report the crime to the previously mentioned attorney he was reminded of and merely reminisced about the good old days of living in the old neighborhood. So, no note, however, I am on constant vigil for clues and watching for the culprit.