MY SON BECAME BEST FRIENDS WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS WHILE I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET CASH FROM THE ATM We only stopped by the bank for five minutes. Just five. I told my son to stay close while I used the ATM in the lobby. He was in one of those moods—curious, wiggly, asking questions about everything from ceiling fans to how money “comes out of the wall.” Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s deep in conversation with two California Highway Patrol officers standing by a table near the entrance, like they were his long-lost uncles. I panicked for a second, ready to apologize for him bothering them, but before I could say anything, one of the officers crouched down to his level and handed him a shiny sticker badge. That was it. Bond sealed. My son puffed out his chest like he’d just made rank. Started asking about their walkie

We were only stopping by the bank for five minutes. Just five. I told my son to stay close while I used the ATM in the lobby. He was in …

MY SON BECAME BEST FRIENDS WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS WHILE I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET CASH FROM THE ATM We only stopped by the bank for five minutes. Just five. I told my son to stay close while I used the ATM in the lobby. He was in one of those moods—curious, wiggly, asking questions about everything from ceiling fans to how money “comes out of the wall.” Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s deep in conversation with two California Highway Patrol officers standing by a table near the entrance, like they were his long-lost uncles. I panicked for a second, ready to apologize for him bothering them, but before I could say anything, one of the officers crouched down to his level and handed him a shiny sticker badge. That was it. Bond sealed. My son puffed out his chest like he’d just made rank. Started asking about their walkie Read More