Preston asked a girl to the prom last week and she had yet to say whether or not she would go with him. (Apparently, in Bountiful, Ut, replying to the prom is not like a marriage proposal: it's best to make the asker wait so that you can give your "yes" with a little bit of creative flare and drama.) His date defiantly replied with creativity. She had a friend of ours, a police officer*, pick him up at the house to head down to the station for some "questioning." Preston got in the back of the car, behind the metal cage, and was then driven to a park where his date had a huge smile on her face, and a totally cute sign. May this be the only time my son rides in the back of a cop car:~)
*In general, I am not a fan of officers participating in such shenanigans, but we were called in advance with the go-ahead, we knew it would tickle Preston, and we figured he would recognize the cop (which he did) and wouldn't be scared to death. He said even though he figured it was a joke, his heart did race a bit when he was put in the back of the car...
Love the cop motif.
Prom is going to be fun!
Owen at the Goal. He had fun.
Norman is starting to smile a bit. His hair is receding, making him look lie the old man that his name sounds like.
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