Police lights, that is.

We were on the main drag in front of our local mall tonight, on our way to a much deserved dinner out, when a police officer pulled up behind us.

J made the comment knowing our luck lately “oh great, we’ll probably get a ticket”.

I respond with ” if we do I’m sure we’ll deserve it. I’m pretty sure we’re not going to get pulled over for nothing”.

J gets more dramatic with it, and makes a joking remark that they’ll “probably tow our car and make us walk home in this weather”. (For those of you that don’t know, the snow is coming down pretty hard tonight in our area).

This statement, makes M FREAK out.

“OH MY GOODNESS!! THE POLICE ARE GONNA TAKE GEORGE (her name for our car) FROM ME!! NO THEY CAN’T!!” and bursts into tears.

Nice going J.

So after a few minutes of M calming down (by way of seeing the officer move into another lane) we reached dinner.

We had a great time and the food was awesome (thank you Fairborn Texas Roadhouse. FINALLY someone who knows how to cook a medium steak). But the snow kept comin’…

So we get into the car and head home, only to see massive amounts of traffic at our local ampitheater- for WWE Raw. Which means there were several cop-cars out directing traffic.

So what does this mean?

M freaks out again.

Awesomeness.

She starts screaming:

“WE’RE SURROUNDED BY THE COPS!! QUICK DADDY, PULL OVER AND ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS!! WE’LL JUMP OUT AND RUN, FOLLOW ME AND WE’LL HIDE OUT!!”

We try to explain to M that the cops were directing traffic, and were our friends. I reminded her that she gets stickers from cops and that she’s always liked them before (M really has a thing for female police officers. It’s so funny because she ALWAYS comments on their hair.).

She says “no Mommy, those are police officers. We’re gonna run from the cops.”

Oh dear.

Then she starts unbuckeling herself.

Crap.

M is a future fellon!

So we both yell at her to “calm it down a notch” and put her seat belt back on. She complied, knowing that her father was about to pull over the car and open a fresh can of “I’m gonna take everything you own for taking off your seat belt”. And then we ever so gently explained to her that cops and police officers are one in the same, and you never, ever run from them (we’ve seen enough movies to know this is a very, very bad thing).

Then, the salt truck came, and she thought it was going to take her away as well.

Sigh…

Why is my kid terrified that someone is out to get her?

Isn’t 4 a little young to be this paranoid?