CA Cop and I were getting ready to go out on the town, just the two of us. Shasta and Sierra were carted off to my brother's house to enjoy some time playing with their beloved cousins.
As I was switching purses...you know, to match my outfit, and to unload diapers, wipies, fruit snacks, and loose cheerios that wouldn't be required, I turned to CA Cop.
"Hey hon, is there any reason why I would need to bring my wallet?" Apparently this was a question that I have asked a time or two during similar situations. His response:
"You should always have your ID with you, I'm not going to tell you again."
I choked back the laughter and gave him a serious nod. Perhaps I raised an eyebrow at him, just ever so slightly.
His face broke into a smirk as he took me by the hand and opened the car door for me.
Help us all, if he brings his cop talk home! I'd like to think I'm slightly cuter than most the felons he deals with. Perhaps an extra spritz of body spray and a glossier lipstick will help him remember the difference next time.
But hey, if not, a little tough guy talk now and then will just allow me some internal chuckles throughout the day.