Is it bad that after we toured the sheriff's station with ten cub scouts and a one-year-old, the only thing I thought about when the officer tried out the handcuffs on them was how nice it would be if he couldn't get them off?
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley
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Last week, our scouts got to visit with the cop and have a short ride with him and all, weird...it must be scout cop month or something?
LOL
Normal, I'd say. Definitely normal.
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