A Safety Story
I could tell my mother was worried about it.
"Eric is the best, Mom," I told her.
"He's totally responsible."
"Don't worry, sweetie. You can go to your
party. It's not fair to make you
baby-sit just because I want to go out
too. But Eric," Mom sighed. "When he mowed the lawn last
week, he mowed lanes through the grass and left it like that."
"It was a tricycle trail. The twins loved
it," I reminded her.
That weekend, when Eric showed up, Mom ran
nervously over her emergency list. "This is the number I'll be
at," she told him. "I'll be picking Jane up 10:00. We'll
be home by 10:30. If we run late for any reason, I'll
"Sure," Eric said. He tossed the
emergency numbers list on the kitchen counter and headed off towards
the twins room, where a lot of shrieking was going on.
"Eric!" we heard the twins scream delightedly.
When we got home, there were police cars
everywhere. One of them still had a siren blaring. Eric was standing
next to a police car in the driveway.
He caught sight of us. "Everything's
fine," Eric yelled our way. "The boys are with me." Two
small heads popped up inside the police car.
Gasping loudly, Mom went tearing off towards one
of the uniformed officers. She disappeared inside our house.
"What happened?" I asked.
Eric grinned. "Some idiot kept knocking on
the door, holding a pizza. I didn't order a pizza. So why would I let
him in? I called 911. The twins and I stayed on the phone until the
cops came." His grin faded. "Turns
out the guy is wanted by the police. They think he was planning on
robbing your house." He nodded at the police car just pulling
away from the curb. "They're taking him away now."
My mouth dropped.
Mom stuck her head out the door of our house.
"Eric?" she called. "Did you, by any chance, drape my
best sheets all over the house?"
"Secret tunnels," Eric shouted back. The
My mother smiled. "What a
You Be the Detective
What did Eric do right?
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