Poor Wakana has had another new experience. Yesterday, on her way home from work, Wakana made a rolling stop at the last stop sign before getting home. A cop saw her and stopped her. She couldn't believe he was running his lights for her. At least he didn't have to use the siren.

He walked up to her window and asked for her license, registration, and insurance papers. She fumbled them out. He asked her where she was going and she explained, in a tiny, terrified voice that she was going home. He asked her where she worked and in that same tiny voice she responded, "Father Duenas". He let her go with a warning. She was so scared by the incident that she couldn't sit still all evening.

Today we went out and she counted to three at every stop sign. She also makes a point to wear her seatbelt and make me wear mine. When she saw the lights she had pulled the belt over her shoulder but had not fastened it. She won't be stopped again!