Posted on August 3, 2009 at 10:00pm
“If you’re good, your mom might give you a popsicle,”
said the cop to my four-and-a-half-year-old stepson on the very hot day that he came to take a police report for my stolen credit card.
Then came the inevitable answer:
“She’s not my Mom!”’
Though I blushed, I did not miss a beat.
“I can still give you a popsicle” I shot back.
The police officer, who neither knew nor had previously ascertained whether I actually had… Continue