Day 81 - 22 March 2019
One of the local community police officers has come to Cubs tonight to help with their personal safety and home safety badges. Little Master, eager as ever and without the ability to self-filter, has his hand up continually. Having let him spout a few times, I gently bring his hand down and tell him to wait. It is often a balancing act between letting him express what is going on in his head and not letting it derail the rest of the group. When the officer gives them the opportunity to ask questions, I let him go for it.
"Do you like donoughts?" he asks. "Err, no." The policeman has missed The Simpsons reference and is now answering questions as to how many times he has used his baton and handcuffs, and what a dead body looks like. Little Master is happy and moves on. The policeman remains good humoured throughout, patiently answering every question and handcuffing every one of them. He even leads them in a game of cops and robbers. They are better at being robbers than cops, mainly because it takes two cops to make an arrest. Despite hearing it from us, they don't twig that if they stick with their partner, it is much easier to arrest someone than their preferred method of going it solo and then calling for back up once they have half-apprehended someone. We stop the game just as one over-enthusiastic cop tries to rugby tackle an offender to the floor, with this partner hanging on for dear life on the other side. Messy, but strangely realistic, the real policeman decrees.
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