Police Play
The boys have heaps and heaps of espirit de corps for Daddy’s new occupation.
Some address stickers arrive in the junk mail, and they were immediately appropriated as so many police badges. After covering themselves with said badges, they ran outside, found sticks and other accessories, and chased bad guys all around the yard.
“Mom,” explained Hans, “The pink container,” which was stuck into his pants in lieu of a holster, “is my pepper spray.”
