Role Model
A woman in her mid-thirties, in a spaghetti strap top with the Jedi logo tattooed on her back, waits at a crosswalk with her two young children and two other adults.
"Don't you step into that street!" she shouts to the little boy as he restlessly dances about, waiting for the light to change.
He looks up at her and reluctantly backs up an extra step into the middle of the sidewalk.
"See my shirt?" he says after a moment, holding out the front of his navy blue sweatshirt for the adults to see the crest imprinted on it. "It says Police," he announces proudly to them.
"That does not say Police," his mother censures him.
"Why not?"
"Because if it said Police I would not have bought it for you. We all know Mommy has issues with authority. . . ."
"Don't you step into that street!" she shouts to the little boy as he restlessly dances about, waiting for the light to change.
He looks up at her and reluctantly backs up an extra step into the middle of the sidewalk.
"See my shirt?" he says after a moment, holding out the front of his navy blue sweatshirt for the adults to see the crest imprinted on it. "It says Police," he announces proudly to them.
"That does not say Police," his mother censures him.
"Why not?"
"Because if it said Police I would not have bought it for you. We all know Mommy has issues with authority. . . ."