Max is constantly asking questions. Seriously, it's nonstop from the minute he wakes up in the morning until he zonks out at night. Mom, why do I have to wear long sleeves? Mom, do you want to know more about space rocks? Mom, do you know that's Jupiter in the sky? Mom, why are there so many planets up there? Mom, do you eat cereal with a spoon? Mom? Mom? Mom?
But yesterday, he came up with a really good one: Mom, are policemen allowed to have houses?
It took me a minute to get what he was asking, but then I realized: He thinks that police officers have to live in their police cars 24 hours a day. Like it's one of the supreme sacrifices they make in order to serve and protect. Which is really pretty clever, and shows that he's given policing an awful lot of thought. [Note: This is also in evidence by the at least 10 questions he asks me every single day about that time I got a speeding ticket and had to go to traffic school -- seven years ago.]
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