Police help
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, “Are you a cop?”
“Yes,” I answered and continued writing the report.
“My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” I told her.
“Well, then,” she said as she extended her foot toward me, “would you tie my shoe?”
Childhood
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like.
“We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in.
At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”
Getting old
I remember the good ol’ days when “snap crackle pop” were sounds I heard from my cereal, not my body.
