They may take my Blackberry but they will never take my FREEDOM....................

Ahhh Braveheart! Well anyway last night Jeff got in. We spent 3 hours at the airport waiting for him. The manager of the Cozy Place said we would have to get there an hour early just to get parking. I am pretty sure Jeff was the last one off the plane.
So we waited and we waited and we waited. Finally we saw him walk to the baggage claim area and we were so happy. It was hard to keep track of the boys because there is a huge horde of people standing in this giant clump and everyone is pushing to get closer so they can see their family member. I made the mistake of wearing flip flops to the airport and my feet were trampled by all of the maniacs.
I see that Jeff is in the line to have his bags xrayed and I am relieved. The wait is almost over but then I notice that I can't find Aiden. I start to panic. In the states this could be a big problem. I grab Minte and we search in the bathrooms and we ask guards to help us look. They have absolutly no interest and tell me "sorry, no boy." Thanks a million Police Officer Guy! Oh and by the way, great job on crowd control!
I am looking everywhere to find Aiden and I look down at my bag and see that the pocket is opened and my Blackberry, that was right on top, is now GONE. I was pickpocketed and there is no way to tell who did it. Even if there was, the police aren't interested in helping me find my kid so why the heck would they care about a phone!
Finally, when I am almost brought to tears once again on this trip, an Ethiopian woman walks up to me and says "I saw your son with the green jacket (she knows he is mine because we are the only two white people in the giant clump) sneak past the guards and go to a man in a red shirt (that would be Jeff)." Out loud I say "Thank you, I was so worried!" In my head I am thinking "I am gonna kill that little s#%t!" I managed to bleep myself in my head though. I look through the window and see Aiden standing there with Jeff with a look of pride on his face. You could tell he was pleased with himself for sneaking past the police (I hope this isn't the beginning of a life of crime).
Now that I know where Aiden is I can focus on the fact that somebody stole my FREAKIN' Blackberry right out of my purse! Dang!!!!!!! No more text messages from my friends!
I told the manager, David, of the Cozy Place and he said that they stole his Blackberry right out of his front pants pocket so of course a bag was an easy target. Uhhhh, I want to come home. Not that people don't steal from you in the states but at least they'll understand me when I am cussing them out in English!! Just kidding.......... kind of!