*Please note the purple plastic princess shoes that she insisted on wearing out in the snow.
While out to eat:
Munchkin Number 2: Mom. There's a cop over there.
Cowgirl: I know. They have to eat too, it's okay that they are here. (Thinking, WHY? WHY does my child already have the whole "Cops are bad" attitude?!)
Munchkin Number 2: There's ANOTHER cop! (Pointing)
Cowgirl: You know, I think they prefer being called Police Officers.
Munchkin Number 2: *Shrugs*
In the car on the way home:
Munchkin Number 2: Mom? What kind of food do they serve in jail?
Cowgirl: I guess whatever they make that day. (Wondering where the hell this conversation is going...)
Munchkin Number 2: I'm going to ask Teenage Angst.
Cowgirl: Teenage Angst has never been to jail.
Munchkin Number 2: Well, she's been ARRESTED!
Munchkin Number 2: Mom? I'm too young to go to juvie right?
Cowgirl: (OMG. DON'T LAUGH. DON'T LAUGH.) Well, probably. It's for older kids who get in trouble.
Munchkin Number 2: Well then. I don't have worry about the LAW.
Cowgirl: Put your seatbelt on.