I looked exactly like what I was – a mom with a car full of kids, leaving a museum. I could barely look less threatening, unless I also had a BABY ON BOARD sign and some Beanie Babies on my dash. You know when he’s following procedure exactly - approach the vehicle ready for anything! – that he’s also not going to listen to your excuse for speeding.
It was a pretty good excuse. My baby was crying in his car seat because he was hungry. This makes anyone anxious to get home … especially if you’re the person that’s supposed to be feeding him.
Sure enough, I got a ticket.
Later, in the car, my son said, “When I grow up, I want to be a policeman. Because I want to stop robbers. And … pull people over.”
My other son said, “I want to be a farmer. I want to farm with daddy.”
Cop or farmer – apparently I’ll see plenty of both of them.