"My police is stronger than yours!" - a tribute to Nathan

One of my American friends, Nathan, is a very popular figure in my Dutch household. He doesn't know that, but he's brought up quite often, and not by me. See, Nathan is a police officer. That's a very important role in everyday life, especially to my little boys. When they learned that I had a friend that is a police officer they asked me all sorts of quetions about him. "Does he catch thieves?" "Does he throw the them in the prison?"

My youngest boy brought up my "police friend" at lunch, again, today. He made sure to tell me, "My police is stronger than yours!!" Of course, I know that he doesn't know any police. And for the honor of Nathan, I'm obliged to argue with the little guy. "No! My police friend is really, REALLY strong!!!" This little argument continued for a little while longer. It ended up bringing up a new discussion, but along the same lines.

Djura brought up a story that I told them months ago. It was from when I first told them about my "police friend". A few years ago I remember that Nathan was really proud of his capabilities as a cop. Actually, he's a very competitive person, which I enjoy greatly because I always try to outdo him. It's almost like a game, one that we both enjoy.

One day, a few years ago, my sister and I were at Nathan's apartment (actually his dad's, but we'll refer to it as Nathan's). He was showing off his police gear...gun, mace, pen (lol), and most importantly, handcuffs. Nathan is a strong fellow. I'm a strong girl (you'd never know it from looking at me, but don't underestimate the force!) and so we often try to pin the other down. He's MUCH stronger than I am, but my God created me with a strong and stubborn personality. I hate to lose. This particular day when Nathan showed off his handcuffs an evil grin spread across his face as he glanced my way. "Uh-oh!" It ended up that he chased me around the table in the kitchen many times. He couldn't catch me. Then my sister decided that Nathan needed help. Traitor! They eventually cornered me. Nathan tried to get those stupid things on my wrists for what seemed to be a good while. I wriggle a lot, especially when I'm desperate. Well, he ended up getting them on my wrists. I was handcuffed. With real police handcuffs. I'm hoping that it was the only time I'll have to have the things on. It'll always be an amusing memory.

I guess it was also an amusing story for my kids because Djura remembered every detail, better than I could! She told me my whole story today. It was funny. And so, I've made a celebrity from my normal "police friend". And he might not ever realize it unless he happens to read my blog. That's funny.