MY SON BECAME BEST FRIENDS WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS WHILE I WAS JUST WAITING TO GET CASH FROM THE ATM

We only stopped by the bank for five minutes. Five.

I told my son to stay close while I used the ATM in the lobby. He was in one of those moods—curious, wiggly, asking questions about everything from ceiling fans to how money “comes out of the wall.”

Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s full-on chatting up two California Highway Patrol officers by a table near the front entrance like they’re his long-lost uncles.

I panicked at first, ready to apologize for him bothering them, but before I could even step in, one of the officers crouched down to his level and handed him a shiny sticker badge.

That was it. Bond sealed.

My son puffed out his chest like he’d just been promoted. Started asking about their walkie-talkies, what the buttons did, and—this part I’ll never forget—whether they “eat donuts or just save them for emergencies.”

Both officers ⬇️