It was a normal Friday night at our home - Troy arriving late from the pharmacy. It was Friday, so I decided to let the boys stay awake and wrestle with Dad. Wrestling - a favorite pastime in this household. In fact, that is one of Seth's reasons as to why we should have more children - more to wrestle. Picture the scene - the weather cool ~ windows open. Mistake #1 if you plan to wrestle! They all had a great time yelling, laughing, joking, playing, and Ethan crying at one point because he was scared when Troy flipped him in the air. By 11 P.M., boys were ready for bed and enjoying a story when we had "company" at the door. To my astonishment, there was a policeman and another joined him shortly. They were here on a domestic call investigating a report of screaming children and wanted to know if everyone was okay. After my initial shock, I was worried, scared, upset and every other emotion you can imagine! The boys came to the door right away, and the policeman was able to chat with them. They told him they were wrestling - nothing more, nothing less. Troy having arrived at the door at this point, decided to take advantage of the situation and report something else that was going on in the neighborhood. While he was talking, Ethan (the one who chats to anyone about anything) pipes up, "My Daddy threw me up in the air and hurt me." I almost croaked! I quickly clapped my hand over his mouth and said, "Now be quiet, honey, Daddy is talking to the policeman." Thankfully I was the only one who heard him, otherwise I think the story might have ended differently. So, be careful when you are having family fun; it might be a shirttail crime!

I forgot to snap a picture of the policeman to include in this post. :-) Maybe I will remember next time. No, let's hope there is not a next time! What a way to ruin a perfectly good evening!