Last night we helped the Relief Society deliver some care packages for Christmas to some needy families. As we waited for Chris to come running back to the car at the first house, a car was coming around the corner just as Chris raced off the front porch, made a mad dash to the car, and we then sped away. The other car was instantly suspicious of us and began to follow. We drove to the next house which had a very long driveway and proceeded to back into the drive. Chris shut off the lights so that we wouldn’t be spotted so easily by the family. Well, the other vehicle drove past us twice and obviously wasn’t about to drive away. I can understand how they would be concerned.
So Chris comes running back to the car and makes it just as the owners of the home open the front door. We pull out of their driveway and race away. Our friendly neighborhood watchdog car follows even though he gets stopped at a few red lights. He picks up our trail again in another subdivision about three miles away. By this time, however, he has called the police on us. We recognize his vehicle by now and wouldn’t you know it, he is joined by a police car. They talk for a minute and then the officer pulls up behind us as we are trying to secretively deliver a package at another house and turns on his red and blues lighting up the neighborhood. Amy and Misha are worried, but Chris and I were laughing. Chris turns on the lights in our car as the officer comes to the driver side window. Chris is laughing as he explains to the officer that we are delivering secret Santa packages and tells the officer that he really isn’t helping our efforts with all the flashing lights. The officer understands and says that as soon as he saw our family in the van, he was reassured that nothing subversive was going on.
Hopefully Amy and Misha will be able to remember the spirit and feeling of what we were doing, but more than likely they will remember the night their daddy got pulled over by a cop.
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