Commandeered Oldest Boy's phone. Found that he's been texting pictures of my bike to his mates.
Then leaving his Chess Club last night, a younger member asked why it cost exactly what it cost. Like, to the dollar what it cost, meaning he's been told. By Oldest Boy. Now Ol' Mate is likeable, and it's not his fault he's been told, but I've seen some dubious social interaction from him.
So now there's fuck knows how many mates of mates who could now know what car it gets put in, how much it's worth, and possibly where we live.
Thanks, Child. Get ready to pay the insurance excess