First Interaction With The Police

TJ has been driving, within a few miles of home (we’re working on Interstate driving) for more than a year. A couple of months ago, we helped him buy his first car.

The other night, he drove into town to pick up pizza for dinner. The left-turn out of our favorite pizza place is across the street from the junior high and one of the least protected in our little town. An event ended at the school, and a sheriff was directing traffic. TJ turned left and had to slam on his brakes–he didn’t see the sheriff until he’d turned out. The sheriff marched over and motioned him to roll down his window, which he did. “What does this mean?!” he demanded, holding up his hand. “Go slow and be careful,” TJ said. The sheriff nodded and waved him on.

He didn’t lose his cool, just calmly drove home and told us all about it. May not seem like a big deal but I’ve always worried about how he’d react. Now I know he’s got this, just like so many other things.