While driving together as a family, our 3 year old son asked, "Daddy? You a policeman?" He asks this every now and then and also when he sees HF in his uniform. In his mind, HF is not a policeman unless he is in his uniform.
HF answered, "Yes, I'm a policeman. I'm always a policeman. Even when I'm not wearing my uniform."
Luke: You can't arrest me because you are my father.
HF: I can't arrest you because you are a good little boy.
Last night, HF was telling me today's itinerary before going to bed:
HF: Tomorrow I'm going to wake up and take Daisy to school, and then I'll be up until about noon. When I wake up at 6 pm, I will get showered, dressed, eat dinner, then get kicked in the crotch 75 times. I will go straight to work afterwards.
Me: Have fun with that.
The getting kicked in the crotch refers to R.A.D. class.
what are some things overheard in your LE houses?