I love that my daughter is a cop. One Christmastime, when she was little–too little to read–we were in the grocery store with her grandma Gigi. “Gigi,” she said, looking at the Happy Holidays paint-writing on the dairy cases, “I did not know you have gangs in Danville.” Let’s just say that my mother was a little less than thrilled that her four-year-old granddaughter had a speck of knowledge that street gangs exist. Anyway, that was pretty much when I knew my daughter was going to be the law, that it was in her DNA. She is balanced about it though. She may carry ‘cuffs and a Maglite, but she carries them in a really cute handbag with her lip gloss.
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