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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