Tonight, Dan and I went to CBS - Community Bible Study. We dropped the boys off at open gym at Valley Lutheran. Made arrangements to pick them up at either Subway or McDonald's across the street from the school. At 8:00 Steven called to say that they would just wait at the bus stop across the street from the school. He had left his basketball shoes in his locker and didn't want to walk all the way to the strip mall in his socks. When I went to pick the boys up, I had to take a short detour off of Camelback to avoid the fire truck/ambulance blocking my usual route. I got a little worried. I called Michael twice. No answer. Called Steven once. No answer. I got a little more worried. I considered the possibility that all the sirens/flashing lights somehow involved my sons. I arrived at the bus stop in record time. They were sitting there casually waiting for me. Steven proceeded to tell me that he had just finished being questioned by the police. Of course, my heart stopped. In the 20 minutes that they waited at the bus stop, evidently there was some sort of incident - a shooting or a stabbing - at either the Subway or McDonald's that they didn't go to. That was followed by a police helicopter hovering over the neighborhood, with huge, sweeping searchlights looking for the suspected wrong-doer. Michael and Steven were approached by a squad car. The police officer asked Steven where his shoes were (in his locker). Asked why Steven was sweating so much (just played basketball for 1 hr). Mentioned that he was looking for a suspect wearing a black basketball shirt...
That is one guilty face.
