Last night while I was making dinner, Conan asked me if he could call his Grandma Anita and Grandpa Dave. I readily agreed (it was definitely preferable to his continuing to be underfoot in the kitchen, begging for snacks and/or whining that he wanted to watch a show), so I told him their number and he dialed the phone.
I'm not sure which of them picked up the phone, but listening to Conan's side of the conversation had me alternating between suppressed laughter and blushing in embarrassment. It went like this...
Hi, it's Conan!
Well, I just called to tell you about this morning, when we were driving to preschool, and we got pulled over by a police car! With flashing lights and everything!
Mama was driving too fast.
Yeah. We were only s'posed to be going 50, but we were actually going 66!
We got a ticket. It's like a consequence.
It was 144! That's a lot.
Mama didn't like it but I did. The police car was cool.
Yeah, Mama's making dinner now. It's going to be macaroni and cheese.
Yeah, it's my favorite. I'm going to eat it all up.
He hung up the phone and asked me for GG's phone number. I stifled my laughter and embarrassment long enough to give it to him. He called her up and after a little small talk about the pumpkin she gave him to carve into a jack-o-lantern, reported the whole incident to her as well. I have to admit, I'm impressed that he remembered the specifics of the speeds and the amount of the ticket.
Luckily, by the time he had finished reporting the exciting news of my speeding ticket to his great grandma, I had finished cooking dinner. Otherwise, I think he would have kept calling until the whole family knew! (I suppose I've just finished the job with this post, haven't I? Oh well.)