Tale of two stealing - Tower Bridge

Tower bridge is one of the many destinations people cherish for their lifetime. Its no different for me, but for a different reason. 

An year ago during a winter weekend, my family along with the family of my friend made our first visit to London. By experience we knew that with three active kids (my 2 daughters and friend's son) along whatever you could do in a day is bonus; mostly planning just go out of the window. This trip was totally unplanned one, conceived a day earlier. 

London is just 2 hours from Norwich by train, so its suited for an economical day trip. we started early in the morning and reached London by 9 AM. It was a rainy winter day (another reason why UK trips are not meant to be planned :)) . We saw how London weeps from London eye, did a messy river cruise, rush through the aquarium when it was raining really harder. 

By 3 or 4 PM we kind of done for the day we were satisfied with whatever we could achieve that day. It was getting dark, but we decided to roam around the tower bridge also. It was real dark, by the time we reached Tower Bridge. We walked through the bridge, took couple of snaps, nothing turned good. Then I noticed something shiny in my 5 year old elder daughter Irene's hand. When I looked at her hand, she hid that in her pocket. I got curious, I asked her to show what she is hiding from me. She took it out it was a small crystal memento that she took from one of the shop. I could then recollect that I denied buying the same earlier when she requested for it. I took the toy from her, asked if she knows what she had done. She was looking down and started crying. I returned the gift to her and asked her to throw it down to the river. It took couple of minutes to convince her that what she had done is not acceptable and its nothing but stealing. She threw it to the river and started crying like I never seen her before. It took some time for her in that night to start talking to me again. 

I am very happy that she never repeat that mistake again; It was a lesson worth teaching. While returning back to Norwich in train, she was in my lap holding me tightly. I kissed her several times on her forehead. When everyone was fast asleep, I started thinking through this incident again. The East Anglia coach was speeding through the foggy route and I started catching up with the very first incident where I caught red handed. To be continued...