In retrospect, maybe it's a good thing

Sometimes after I pick the girls up from school, we walk down to the neighborhood park. Walking down to the park involves going down "the hill". Even though I should be grateful to the hill for helping me loose weight and for toning up my legs (and arms as I usually end up carrying a hefty two year old up it), I loathe it. I've been going up and down that stupid thing for nine months now and yet I still feel like my lungs are going to explode by the end. It's not a particularly lengthy hill, but it's just ridiculously steep. But this post isn't to whine about the hill, so I'll get back on track...

At the bottom of the hill there is a police station, and walking down the last bit of the hill (or up the first part depending on whether you are coming or going) involves passing the officers' outside picnic area. The other day the girls were just being super violent to each other at the park, so we left early and I told them there would be no treats when we got home because of their naughty behavior. As we start our walk up the hill, they sit down for a rest (after about 5ft). That's when the police officers noticed them. They call the girls over to the fence and start cooing at them. Then the officers start feeding them biscuits through the fence. Now, even though I had declared there would be no treats for the rest of the day, I let this happen. You just don't argue with men carrying semi-automatic weapons! So the girls each have three or four biscuits each and then give the officers kisses through the fence and we go on our way, leaving their fan club behind.

Now every time we go past that spot the girls pop right over there to say hello and see if they can score some treats again. And the officers LOVE them. But more than that, the anytime we see any of the officers out and about, the girls run right up to them for hugs and a chat. I guess it's a good thing to be on such great terms with the local police.