November 25, 2011

Black Friday Emergency

Sippy Cup (tearing through the house on his bike): "Dad, call the cops!"

Me (half-awake): "Yep.  Good morning to you too."

Sippy Cup (on his return flight): "Call the cops!"

Me (rubbing my eyes): "Wait.  What's going on?"

Sippy Cup (flying past me in the hall): "Dad!  Call the cops!"

Me: "Ok.  You win.  I'm scared."

** Editor's Note - For the record, he has since stopped asking me to call the cops. 
But I never found out what prompted his urgent request.  And I'm still scared. **

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