Exactly one week ago, Corey and I go out for a power date. We spend 30 minutes and less than $5 for two crunchy balls of fried ice cream. Just the two of us, relaxing over warm and melty sauce covering deliciously fried ice cream. Heaven! We are strolling home leisurely, enjoying the beautiful early summer evening. Blue skies, chirping birds, calling squirrels, warm breeze. Might we even be holding hands?
Strangely, up ahead is a cluster of police. I think, 'Well, at least they aren't at our house this time!'
Corey says, "Uh-oh, they are pointing at our house. Go up and see what's going on." Lo, and behold, one of the three police officers is holding Peter. A little group of neighbors (Unfortunately, not the ones who could identify the blond-headed escapee) is pointing in all directions for the benefit of the officers. As I approach, Peter leans towards me and I am identified as the Mother. And asked how Peter happens to be strolling up the middle of the street all alone. I point out that he is obviously on his way to a casual barbecue - notice the Dorito in his little hand. Please ignore his jammies and bare feet! (Just kidding!) I immediately blamed my older kids left home babysitting and have them come out to take the heat.
In the meantime Peter has fallen asleep on my shoulder. We finish up our encounter by me giving my name and phone number (again - Shouldn't they know these things by now?!) and the police officer again reminding me that the street isn't really a safe place for little curly heads to roam.
Another day - another fun adventure!
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Where is DCFS when you need them? Irresponsible paraents! BTW- last week we had just returned home from church when we received a call from the second counselor in the bishopric asking us if we had a little girl named (name removed to protect the innocent). Ooops.
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