A while back my husband encountered a questionable gentleman in his computer store. The man was well dressed and making many inquiries on computers and different hardware. Kelly had no reason to suspect that this man may perhaps bamboozle him right in front of his face. On no less than three occasions in one visit to his store the gentleman tried to steal things. First it was a pen that was also a USB stick. Then it was some kind of connecting cable. By the man's third attempt my husband had given up on calling him out. While the man got wrapped up in a cell phone conversation my husband stealthily removed the stolen merchandise from the man's pocket. Kelly never said a word to him, but continued to watch him as he walked through the parking lot. The man began patting his pocket and realized that he had, once again, been made a fool! My husband says that this man occasionally returns to the store to converse and, since his first visit, remains by the front of the store with his hands in his pockets.

Today my children and I were driving near their Daddy's store and we saw this particular gentleman. I said, really not thinking, "there's the man that stole from your Dad! There goes a dishonest man." This, of course, caught the kids' attention. "That man", they echoed and pointed? My son immediately made the astute pronouncement that this man looked to have money, so WHY would he steal?! My four year old daughter only heard that someone had messed with her Dad. She put on her scowl and knitted her eyebrows at the perceived injustice.

"I wunna get tuff widd him!"

"What?" I answered back trying to hide my smile.

"You know wut I do to him, Momma? I wud put him in a cage and cober it wif a cwof..."

"Then I'd wave da' bees at him!"

"Oh Goodness," I say.

Meanwhile, she's still pondering the thief and discussing it with her plastic hello kitty figurine.

Still scowling, she says, "Hello Kitty knows what to do! I'm gonna Tim-a-tate him!

"HuH?!"

"Tha's whut I gonna do! I'm gunna timatate him!"

"Honey, do you mean intimidate him?"

"Yep, tha's wud I mean. Hello Kitty says we should INtimatate him..."

"Momma? Wud does intimatate mean?"

"It means to scare him, honey. That's what it means."

"Well, that's whud I'm gunna do."