"I want to sit by the cops!!!!"
as we walk into a restaurant in Lansing with my mom. He's seen their cars in the parking lot - he knows they are there somewhere.
The man seating us, though I am sure he has never gotten this request before, asks if we would like to sit by the cops. Mom and I agree that would be great. And we get a booth right next to them.
Jack is beside himself. He's studying their uniforms. He's making mental notes (and verbal) about what's on their belts. He's soaking it in.
The policemen finish their lunches and one stops by our table as they exit. He asks Jack and Linc, "Are you two related? Do you share well? I have something for you but I only have one."
Yes, yes, we say - they will share. And the city policeman hands Jack a patch. An official patch. He says, "I wonder where that came from?" as he turns and shows us his right shoulder - now no longer sporting his city patch, just some bare threads!!!!
He seriously pulled it off his arm and gave it to my boy who LOVES policeman!!! Thank you so much kind policeman. That was awesome.
Jack can't wait to get it attached to his blue shirt or his blue coat...
