A Sunny Day

It was a beautiful Saturday and I decided to take the kids for a walk or rather a scooter ride.  There were three scooters, but Sami was over so the baby was out of luck.  But since Jory pulled everything but the kitchen sink out of the garage, I decided I would pull her in the wagon all while wearing my rollerblades.  When was the last time I had those things on?  For sure, pre-Jory.  Possibly the last time, they had been on my feet were during my college years.

The first two blocks we were doing good, then came the third block and the slight hill.  I tried to ride my brake, but a bump came and it was over.  I dropped the wagon handle and stopped myself by rolling into the fence.  Praise God, we weren’t going that fast and the wagon stopped on the grass.  Because if it had kept going, it would have been off the curb and into the street.  Layla didn’t seem to mind or notice.

I got the handle again and moved any slower.  When we got to the bottom of the hill, I saw a police car that the kids waved at the top of the hill, making a sharp U-turn and pull up right next to us.  Oh crap!  Did one of the kids do something?  Is something wrong?  The officers got out the car and one of them asked, “Is it okay if I give the kids a lollipop?”

Okay, did I just step into bizzaroland?  The other officer popped the trunk and there sat an opened box of See’s Candies Lollipops.  “Sure,” I said.

The officer let the kids choose their own and even gave me one too.  The kids thanked them and so did I.  And as they were getting back into their car I said, “Thank you for all that you do.  Stay safe.”

The officers made direct eye contact and thanked me.  Cops get a bad rap sometimes and I thought I would thank them for all they do.

With our suckers in our mouths, the kids and I continued on our walk/roll on a sunny, beautiful So Cal day.