There was an old woman ...

"There was an old woman who swallowed a fly .... perhaps she'll die!" We sang the song at the top of our lungs on the way home, on Superbowl Monday night. It was late, and I was trying to keep everyone awake the 3 more blocks until our house. Alex was in the car ahead of us, lighting the way with his single headlight (yup, one just went out). I admit I was on "auto-pilot;" I just followed the tail lights ahead of me as we went through the residential neighborhood. We finished our rambunctious melody when police lights flashed behind me. Oh dear. I pulled over, with girls asking why ... "Mommy must have broken a rule," I explained, as my window rolled down and a cute cop smiled at me.

"What's the problem, officer?" I asked. He told me I had been driving outside of my lane for a block, then back in my lane, and then out again. He had thought I was "impaired." I honestly laughed out loud and apologized for allowing our rockin' song to rule the road. He sweetly said, "I see you have more important things to take care of. Let me just go run your driver's license; you're obviously sober."

When he came back, I thanked him and mentioned that my husband was probably freaking out since he was in the car before me. The cop quickly quipped, "Tell him his headlight is out. I actually turned around to pull him over, but then I saw you swerve and I thought, 'headlight or impaired minivan?'"

So, the whole situation was actually a blessing!!! If he would have pulled over Alex, we would have a ticket to pay. Heavenly Father sure looks over us with tender mercies. In the future, we'll tone down our driving dance parties and fix that headlight.