I had a run-in with the police on Superbowl Sunday, and fortunately it cracked us all up.
We were fortunate enough to have been invited to a massive party by my friends Robin and Bill - both passionate Patriots fans. I was prepared to hang out and cheer, just choosing to style myself as an 'England Patriots' fan - what's a small word like 'New' between friends?
As soon as we got there I knew things weren't going to pan out. We'd been swimming earlier that morning and Lucy was starting to flag. Almost immediately she began duking it out with another little girl over a much prized 'Ariel' doll and tensions were high. Lucy spends a lot of time at R & B's house, so I think she thought she had all the cards when it came to who got to play with the plastic princess palace. Not so.
This is not the part where the police were involved - sorry to disappoint.
To avoid a plastic princess being shoved where the sun don't shine, Lucy and I beat a hasty retreat, promising to pick LK and Anna up later. It was as we were pulling off the freeway that we drove straight in to a DUI checkpoint.
There are very, very few advantages to having migraines, but generally steering away from alcohol is one. I was sober as a judge, and had a sc-reaming 3 year old in the back seat shouting 'I can play nicely! I can play nicely'. The police officer should have taken one look at the situation and offered me a cocktail, but instead he politely requested to see my license and asked if I'd had anything to drink. I said no, and then Lucy said 'why don't he ask us if we want any food?'
To Protect and To Serve - emphasis on the serve.