Pig

Gracie puked for 12 hours on Friday. Thought she was better last night so we sent her to school. Got a call at 9:30 from her teacher that she was still sick. She had already pooed in her pants at school, so we were totally on borrowed time getting home.

There's a spot where there are notoriously cops hanging out to get speeders. I know npot to speed there, but G was in the back seat saying she had to go and that her tummy hurt. I was trying to get to a bathroom at the drug store...

As I pulled in the parking lot, there's a cop behind me...with his freaking lights on. He comes to the window and asks for my paperwork. So I give it to him and just say my daughter is sick I was just trying to get her to a potty. He says "Yeah, license & registration." So he walks back and G is getting upset. So I ask him if I can take her inside. We walk by with her limp & pale on my shoulder saying "Mommy, my tummy hurts."

I come back out and she's still crying and he says, "Here's your ticket."

Where's the damn compassion people??