The Kid and I were playing a nice little game of “Cops and Robbers” in the backyard tonight. He was riding around on his little plastic trike while I was pretending to be a helicopter shining the spotlight or, in this case, flashlight on him as he ran. I pulled him over and played my part.
I turned the flashlight on him.
“Um, sir, you were speeding. Please step off of the bike so I can talk to you.”
He playfully resisted.
“No! I don’t want to! You can’t make me get off of the bike!” There was then a long pause. His eyes got as big and round as saucers. This was going to be serious.
He slowly raised his head and looked me straight in the eyes.
“I have to pee-pee,” he calmly said as he hopped off of the bike and sprinted like a marathoner into the house. I dropped the flashlight and began to laugh hysterically.
If there’s anything better than fatherhood, I’ve yet to find it.
And I might just try that excuse the next time I get pulled over.