This morning my six-year-old daughter and I drove to Arcata.  Somewhere around Redcrest my foot got a little heavy and when a CHP car came around a curve in the opposite direction I instinctively took my foot off the pedal.  I glanced at my speedometer, and I’m pretty sure I had slightly exceeded 70 mph.  I looked in the rear-view mirror but the officer appeared to continue to drive south around a corner.  I thought I was safe.

Several minutes later he was behind me and slowly came up behind me.  I slowed to 50 and in tell-tale fashion, instead of passing me he slowed with me.  He was just waiting for a safe shoulder clearing to approach before he put on his lights.  I told my daughter not to be scared, but that I was about to be pulled over for speeding.  Her response, a sigh followed by “Oh Dad, why did you speed?!”

When the officer came to the window, he waved to my daughter, and informed that one of my front lamps was out.  Immediately my daughter said, “It wasn’t because you were speeding Dad!”

The officer giggled the whole time he was writing up my fix-it ticket.

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Parenting side note here.  Lilith had a cello lesson and then we had some errands to run, after which we went to a movie.  We gave African Cats a try, which is a Samuel Jackson narrated documentary following a pride of lions and cheetah family through Kenya’s Maasai Mara National Reserve.  I don’t know if there was interference from the film makers or other contrivances, but it was very compelling story and educational for kids.  Not all happy endings – some important lessons about nature and survival.  It’s at the Broadway, but there were no kids in the audience.  There were some elderly folk from one of the homes, and a couple of elderly hippie women.  All of the kids were in watching Rio or Thor.  I don’t think they’ve marketed this well, or some of the attentive parents would have their kids in for some kid-appropriate substance.

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