We drove straight through the night on Saturday while Jack slept to go to Washington for my cousin's wedding an to visit Amy's family. It's about a 16 hour trip in total.
We had already made it to Chehalis, which is only about an hour away from our destination. As Amy crested a hill doing Mach 3 in the fast lane she spotted a State Trooper parked in the median. Trying not to be obvious, she slammed on the brakes leaving behind a trail of smoke, spent rubber and flames.***
Licking his chops at the California plates, we were immediately pulled over by the trooper. Without even pulling the "pregnancy card" Amy (somehow) managed to talk her way out of a ticket (again)! As the officer was walking away and JUST after the windows had been rolled up, Jack declared: "Mommy's car's racin'!"
We think he must have put this all together when the officer said she was "going kinda fast" but do kids say the darndest things or what??? Thanks, Jack, for saving that little doozie for after the cop left! Five seconds earlier surely would have cost us $350!
***Parts of this story may have possibly been embellished for the enjoyment of Jack's father.
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