Cops are People Too

Tuesdays are our crazy night. Haley has Cheer-tumble (cheerleading & gymnastics combo class) from 5:20-6:20 and Erin is at Hebrew school until 6:30. I literally scoop Haley up from her class, toss her sweats and shoes on and run out the door, drive like a crazy lunatic quick, safe, responsible mother, from gym to Temple to grab the other child and by then... dinner is something we need fast!

So, to Saladworks we go, rather than the traditional McDonald's, in an attempt to be healthy. {snort}yeah, cause pouring ranch dressing over the bacon and cheese on your salad really makes it healthy....

But, I digress....

So, as we stand in line, the girls are 9 kinds of cranky and getting on each other's last nerves. Expected, since they have been together for exactly 6 minutes so far today. While arguing over salad toppings it gets to the point where, glancing at the 2 uniformed police officers behind us in line, I make this statement:

"If you two don't stop this behavior this minute, I am going to be forced to beat you right here, in public, in front of police officers, who will then have to arrest me and put me in jail. Then you will be orphans for the rest of tax season because daddy works all the time. I would stop this RIGHT NOWif I were you and start listening to mommy and getting along with each other THIS MINUTE!!!!"

I don't know about the family status of those two guys, but I swear I saw a smirk from them before they glared at me and my kids.

The good glare too. the real stink eye. The same one I give my middle school students. The one that scares them solid.

The girls offered politely to go wash their hands then and fix our drinks.

Half way through dinner (at the table next to aforementioned officers, I am no dummy) Erin pulls a rock out of her coat pocket that she found on the playground. After they investigate it, she decides they have to go wash their hands again because it was from under the dirt. While they are in the bathroom, I hear a scream. I quietly continue munching my salad and disregard. Officer #1 leans over and says to me, "I have 2 little ones at home. Need me to pull my gun and run into the bathroom?"

I think I love that man.