On the way to baseball practice and after passing the new police station, the following conversation transpired between my husband, Les, and my son, Caden.
Caden: Wow, that’s a pretty big police station.
Les: Yes, it sure is. It is nice.
Caden: I wonder how many people are in there.
Les: I don’t know, they’re probably all working.
Caden: No, I mean bad guys, guys that are in jail.
Les: I don’t know, probably less than ten. You know, I’ve been to the DP jail before and I’ve never seen more than two people in their jail.
Caden: Y’all get a lot in your jail, don’t you?
Les: Yes, it’s usually between thirty and forty people.
Caden: Do they ever cuss at you or spit on you?
Les: No, they’re usually pretty quiet, except for the drunk ones.
Caden: They sell beer in jail?
Les: No, you big dork, they’re in jail because they’re drunk. I’m calling and telling your mom what you just said!
Caden: No, don’t! Please don’t!
One can only wonder if there would be less instances of “resisting arrest” if they actually sold beer in jail.
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That is hilarious!!! I'm going to jail if they sell beer there! LOL
Gee CArri, you and Caden seem to pose all the right questions. I got a real laugh out of both of them....you know, maybe Caden and you should run for office ...like uh-- president and you could be co-president...The way the country is going, just think how many votes you would get if you offered to give free beer to the (unwashed) masses. love youall dad/grandpapaul
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