The Cops at My House

That feeling…when a police officer knocks on your door and asks, “Is everything ok ma’am?” And you’re like…”HUH?!?!?!” And he’s like…”Can I please come in?” And you’re like…”HUH?!?!??!”

Then you realize your sweet, sweet, SWEET baby smiles and hands you your phone after he’s called 911 five times. Yeah, it’s been that kind of morning.

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