My tribute to The Spokane Police Department

Though this is not the blog I had promised to write, this story had to be told.

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I got a phone call this morning at about 8:15 from a lady with the Spokane Police Department. It's not every day I get such a call, so I was wide awake. She informed me that Dennis' car had been broken into and that she wanted to know if the van had been broken into as well. I was confused...to say the least....until she explained that his car had been broken into in our garage.

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Still confused? Yeah, I was, too. While I was talking with her I walked down the stairs and out into the garage to check out the van. Sure enough, the glove compartment was open and all of the little compartments were open. Someone had been in the van. It kind of freaked me out until she explained that they had two men in custody.

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Turns out that the police caught the men, found a bunch of papers with Dennis' name on them along with the name of his employer and tracked him down. He confirmed that they were his and explained that he had found the garage door open this morning (which is unusual, but not necessarily unheard of) and as he backed out his passenger door opened. (Again, unusual, but Jackson had been talking about how he needed to get some things out of the car...so it was assumed he had left the door open.)

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So, the bottom line is that we were robbed in our garage last night. The thieves were not interested in our rather expensive mountain bikes, the plethora of tools....or in the fact that the door into the house was unlocked with all sorts of goodies inside. We're not sure how the garage door was opened since I distinctly remember closing it...although not watching to ensure that it had closed completely. We are sure that the thieves rue the day they thought to steal from us since entering our garage bumped their charges up to burglary and they got absolutely NOTHING from us but some paperwork. Couldn't they steal their own job applications??

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So, this blog is in tribute to the Spokane Police Department who solved a crime, caught the thieves and returned the goods before the unsuspecting homeowners were even aware a crime had occurred. Pretty, cool, huh?? Oh, and my kids thought that the cops that came to our house were SOOO COOOL!! (And I have to admit that they were...they showed me all sorts of tricks to ensure this will NEVER happen again...)

That's logic for you...

I got a great look at how Taryn's mind works yesterday during lunch. Here's how the conversation played out.

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T- Mom, I really like French Fries. Aren't French Fries made out of potatoes??

J- Yeah, they are.

T- I really like potatoes.

J- I like potatoes, too.

T- And because I like French Fries, I like potato bugs.

J- Uh huh. Yeah. Makes sense to me.

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She's really starting to crack me up! Funny thing is, she doesn't really like real potatoes...just french fries and potato bugs. We got her signed up for her pre-ballet class and she is super excited. She twirls in circles with her arms over her head in a circle and does little leaps. I can only imagine the fun she'll be as a teenager.