Sometimes He Catches Me Off Guard with His Humor

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I recently misplaced (okay, fine it was totally lost, as in, I had no idea where it was) my camera and I was devastated. There were so many pictures that I hadn't taken the time to save from the camera's memory card onto the computer or on a disc (once the camera was recovered I did both, don't worry). I should write a post about the whole, "Not Knowing the Whereabouts of My Camera and Crying Like a Small Child for Days" incident...but my reason for sharing on this post that I had lost the camera is...


I was remembering these pictures of Evan wearing Mike's bomber jacket from his high school days, ('84 to '88) and I felt positively sick because I thought the pictures were lost forever.The first time that Evan wore the bomber jacket I kept obsessing out loud (out loud is the best way to obsess over things...then you get to enjoy crowd participation) that I simply couldn't believe that Evan was old enough, and big enough, to wear the bomber jacket that his father wore in high school. When we were at the elementary school for Adam's chorus performance this past December, I kept obsessing (remember, out loud obsessing is preferable...even if your children roll their eyes and pretend that they are going to run screaming into the night) that Evan was wearing the jacket that his father wore to our high school. (Yes, Mike and I went to the same high school and graduated in 1988.)


Anyway, I am grateful that my camera was found...and I hope to post a lot of the pictures that I feared had been lost forever...

...but...the real reason for this post is that I want to document that Evan makes me laugh...


Our street is right off a main road that has a private Christian high school and a shopping center on it. Because of all of the traffic that on the main road it isn't rare to see police officers in patrol cars posted along the road, especially during the hours of drop off and pick up for the high school.

Recently, we have noticed police officers on bikes patrolling the area quite frequently. One day Evan and I had a conversation that went a little something like this... (Editorial Note: The only quote of the following conversation that I am 100% sure is an exact quote is Evan's final comment. The rest is what I best remember of the conversation.)

Evan: "Mom, those cops on bikes are basically useless."

Me: "What do you mean useless?"

Evan: "Well, they can't do anything...they are only on bikes."

Me: "The fact that they are on bikes makes it easier for them to weave in and out of traffic...I think they just have different responsibilities than the cops in patrol cars."

Evan: "Well, they can't arrest anybody."

Me: "Uh, I think they still carry guns. I'd be pretty apt to listen to someone with a gun in their hand."

Evan: "Yeah, but...if they are chasing a criminal it's doubtful that they could even catch them...and how would they even tell them to pull over without a siren...would they pull out a bullhorn?

Me: "Uh..."

Evan: "...and if they really did catch the bad guys what are they going to say, "You broke the law...you're under arrest...get in the basket."

...and that basically ended the conversation because I had to focus on not crashing ye olde minivan because he made me laugh so hard...

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