Backstory: Last night right before daddy got the chance to tuck them in, he got called out…again. This morning our 10 year old comes down to breakfast and the following conversation takes place…
Him: Is daddo back?
Me: Yeah…he’s sleeping now.
Him: What time did he get home?
Me: It was almost 4 am.
Him: I’m guessing it was another shooting.
Me: (no response)
Him: Ya know what, Mom? I’ve been thinking…
Him: Seems to me there’s a lot about life you just never really know about unless you’re in a cop’s family.
Me: You definitely see the world differently. Thankfully most of the world never has to. And we still don’t have to see nearly as much as daddy does.
Him: All I know is, I’m so glad there are good guys like him…because there sure are a lot of bad.
Me: Me too, son. Me too.