"No bumper?" I asked in an unbelieving voice. "Let me see!" I demanded, as I opened the door and stepped outside in the cool evening breeze. I walked to the front of the car and stared in shock.
"Oh my God! It's gone! But I'm sure it was there when I left!" I turned my blonde head toward the officer and batted my baby blues. I swear the man temporarily forgot about the bumper.
"Now what do I do?" I asked in a small voice, breaking the officer's reverie.
The officer cleared his throat and slowly started to explain that I could pick one up at a junkyard for next to nothing. He walked me back to my car and once safely inside, Stevie, almost as though he were on cue, started crying. "Are you gonna take us to jail?"
I couldn't believe that my own son was upstaging me! LOL! Well, that was the clincher. That big bad police officer wasn't about to ticket this darling little boy's mother. "No son, I'm not taking you to jail. Now, don't cry."
The officer looked at me for a moment and smiled. Before walking away he said, "Be sure to get a bumper on this right away."
4 comments:
You're too funny, and if there are any policemen reading this, next time they stop a bubbly blonde, she's gonna get it. LOL.
Does this only work if you're blond? If so, I'm in trouble. : ) Very cute story!
I'm glad you two found the humor in it! haha
LOL! Talk about teamwork between you and your son. I bet the police officer didn't know what hit him.
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