Busted

So yesterday I was driving home from church when a cop pulled me over. He clocked me at 33. It was apparently a 20 mph zone. And I didn't have my license. Oops. So I was double busted.
The officer asked me if I knew the island-wide speed limit... I said, 30? He chuckled, "No, ma'am. It's 25." Ohhh. 25.

So, I was breaking the law. I got a ticket. That's fair. And he let me go on the license thing. I mean, I was on my way home from church. I didn't have my license because Ephraim was going to drive, but he had to stay after for a meeting. So I had to drive, right?

The officer said, "Is this your first violation in the territory ma'am?" I said, "I think it's my first violation ever." "Well, you're just a good citizen." Yup.

And as we drove away Isaac said, "That policeman was cool." Yup.

I wonder how cool my fine will be.

Has anyone else ever been pulled over for speeding at 33?

Today

Isaac (reading): P-O-O-P

Ephraim: What does that spell?

Isaac: "Papa!"

Ephraim wrote "I poop here" on the seat of Isaac's nighttime diaper with marker. Yes, he still wears diapers at night. So he's still a little guy.

But today we took the training wheels off his bike, and he rode awesomely! So he's a big guy too.

Ella was a little jealous that he took off the training wheels before her. She refused to congratulate him. If she didn't go to school, she'd probably be riding on two wheels, too.

But then she wouldn't know "poop" from "papa".

Little Biker

I don't care if Isaac calls "G" an "H" or if he thinks the letters "L, M, and N" say "eh". But if he can ride without training wheels by kindergarten, I'll be a proud mama.

Getting off to check out this:

Those things 'pop' when you run them over.