We thought it would be fun to take our group of mostly little boys (Sorry, Charlie) to see a real, live police station. It probably would have been fun if the PR guy had not tried to give a group of one to three-year-olds the same speech he gives to new recruits and high school kids writing a research paper. The poor kids were dragged from one grey hallway and office to another, no officer would turn on the flashing lights of his car until Heather ran into an old friend and he did it for us, and the only redeeming thing was the shiny sticker badges they gave us at the end. These are preschoolers. Flash the lights, show them some real, live police officers in uniform, and give them a sticker. That's all they need. It was a good idea, but next time we should all meet at my apartment, Jeff will wear his uniform, show off his car, flash the lights, and give out high-fives and candy. It will be the best day our sweet little boys have ever had. And I've got plenty of parking. And yes, I know there's a duplicate picture, but I can't get it off!
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