Bad Mom vs. Lame Neighbor
Justin is gone on travel, I had kids that needed to be in different places at the same time, and as I’m loading most of them into the car, a police car pulls up. The cop heads up the driveway and asks if “that’s my daughter”, referring to Ada. I smile and say yes. He asks if everything is OK, and informs me that they got a call about a crying child, and no sign of parents – or something of that nature. I giggle and explain that Ada was throwing a tantrum and refused to come inside with me. I could hear her crying, left the door open so she could just push it to come in and checked on her periodically to see if she had changed her mind. But, she chose to stand outside crying and eventually screaming for mommy.  And of course, Ada’s got her daddy’s lungs, so I’m sure the entire neighborhood could hear her.
I figure I’m either a bad mom for letting my almost 3 year old stand outside crying, or I’ve got a really lame neighbor, who is too lazy to walk across the street and knock on the door to see if everything is OK before calling the police. Thank goodness the cop was nice and just smiled when I explained the situation. Ugh.
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