Officer Bruce gave Tyler one last look.
“Dinner first.”
“Okayyyy.”
“And police?”
“I think he called because he doesn’t believe you’re going to have any afterward.”
Tyler mumbled, “Not for ice cream.”
“We’re making progress.”
Then Officer Bruce stepped off the porch.
But before he reached the walkway, Tyler called after him.
“Officer Bruce?”
He turned.
“What if she says she isn’t hungry again?”
“We’re making progress.”
My son looked straight at me when he asked it.
And suddenly, I knew the harder conversation hadn’t even started yet.
***
Officer Bruce looked at me before answering.
“I think that’s between you two.”
Then he walked back to his cruiser.
I knew the harder conversation hadn’t even started yet.
Tyler and I stood in the doorway until the car disappeared.
Finally, I looked down at him.
“You called the police on me.”
“Yup.”
“Over ice cream.”
