Police
Z apparently woke up this morning with a policeman obsession. He kept repeating over and over that he wanted to "wear a policeman." I had no idea what this meant, but I put Ubermom in charge and called the local police station. Sure, I could bring my little boy down to meet a policeman. So we did. A very nice officer came out and shook Z's hand, high fived him, and gave him a box of crayons and a safety-themed coloring book. There was also a badge-shaped "junior officer" sticker. I believe Z has worn it to bed on his pajamas.