We took a little family trip yesterday afternoon to Independence Park so baby could stretch out her new walkin' legs on some flat terrain and go for a swing. She toddled all over the place, from the playground all the way to the little waterfall on the other side of the park. She had fun exploring the new territory; Mommy had fun trying to keep her from picking up cigarette butts and licking the trash cans. (She's attracted to anything with a hint of danger or germs, of course.)
After 45 minutes or so, we headed back to the car, walking past the gazebo with the usual harmless-looking homeless guy sitting there. (Why homeless guys tend to hang out in this particular park is beyond me, but they do.) As we got to the top of the hill where we parked, we noticed a police officer crouched behind a dumpster, apparently staking out aforementioned homeless guy. He gives us the "sssshhhh" sign, as we pass.
Um, not a warm fuzzy feeling as we wondered, should we also be ducking behind a dumpster? We quickly got baby in the car and high-tailed it out of there, but I would love to know what in the heck was going on...
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