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Ok, my sister-in-law said I should tell the ticket story and it does involve police but I think this is a better story. Yesterday morning I was in the shower and the doorbell rang. The children came up and told me that no one was there but there was "white foamy stuff on the door" I told them to lock it and I would come down and see about it. When I got dressed I came down and the foam was almost all dissolved but you could see it there. I then saw about 6 police cars and 2 teenagers in the street several houses down. I told the kids to stay in the house and went down the street. I asked the officers if these were the boys who sprayed my front door and they said they didn't know what I was talking about. I gave them a statement and asked if I could clean my door. They said to go ahead. I came home and Joshua cleaned the door for me. About an hour later the doorbell rang again. (you are right, I was not getting much done with all this ringing going on) It was the police with the boys and a roll of paper towels. They wanted to clean the door. I told them that it was already done and then told the boys that somebody always has to clean up the mess when they make bad choices. They tried to apologize and I told them they would have to apologize to Josh. I then explained that he was 9 and has a brain tumor and that you never know who is having to clean up your mess. I thought the one boy would cry when Josh came out and showed them his scar. They said sorry and promised to never do it again. It was probably mean to pull out the cancer card but it was priceless and I think they learned a lesson they will never forget. Also I think I made the officer's day, as they left I heard him say see what happens when you do things you shouldn't?
One funny thing about this story is that just the night before I commented to Gordon that in the first 9 months we lived in Nebraska the police came to our house 3 times (no - I never got arrested) and I thought that it was very quiet here in Texas. I can't believe that the very next morning I was dealing with the cops!
I guess the more things change the more they stay the same. I will let you know if that is a good thing.
PS. I did not get a ticket just a warning, thanks to my wonderful children. (refer to first sentence in this post)