We had a little run-in with the police today that we thought you all would like to know about. So far none of us are in jail, so we're optimistic it will all turn out alright in the end.
The incident started benignly enough - naptime. Anna, who normally doesn't nap, seemed extra tired so Tammy had her lie down for a few minutes. After a while Ben woke up screaming (he sometimes doesn't wake up too happy). He was crying loud enough that he woke Anna from her nap and soon after Lizzy was up. All three woke up in foul moods and were all screaming and crying. Tammy, Adam, and I each tackled one and tried to help them calm down (I think Adam was most successful - playing catch with Ben normally calms him down).
Eventually, everyone was calm enough (though still a little edgy) that we decided to venture out of the house. We had been home all day and it seemed like we needed to get out, so we headed to the library. Arriving at the library, everyone seemed to be in good enough moods, but things went sour pretty quickly. The library was sponsoring a game which had each of the kids draw a slip of paper from a fishbowl. If they pulled out a picture of a fish, the child won a free book. Of course, Adam was the winner and the girls missed out. They handled it okay for a little while, but then Anna discovered Adam's new book wasn't any ordinary book, it was a sticker book! That's when life, in her eyes, became very unfair and when our day became much more eventful.
It began with a little complaining, which soon turned to tears, and eventually grew to sobbing. When the sobbing turned to all-out crying, we started to get some looks from the other library patrons and workers (libraries aren't the friendliest places toward crying kids). I decided it was time that Anna and I left the library. So, I left Tammy with the other three kids and headed for the exit. Unfortunately that meant a trek all the way across the library. Anna did NOT enjoy being hauled out of the library and let everyone know it. By the time we got to the exit, she was screaming at the top of her lungs and kicking and fighting and doing everything she could to get away from me. My anger and embarrassment was mounting with every kick I took to the gut and every pitiful look I got from another patron and I think that frustration was very evident on my face.
We finally got out of the building and headed for the car - Anna still kicking and clawing and screaming "Let go of me!". On the sidewalk, we passed a friendly looking old woman. She said, "Oh my, someone doesn't want to leave the library!". I just grumbled something to her and went on, reaching the van and throwing Anna in. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs while I just sat in the front for a few minutes trying to calm down. I noticed the little old woman from before walking passed the van and looking kind of intently at the van, but didn't really give much thought to it.
Eventually, Tammy and the other kids made it out of the library, piled in the car, and we headed home. Upon arriving home, I headed up with Anna to have a "discussion" about what had happened at the library. After a few minutes of not making much headway and her continuing to scream, I left the bedroom and walked into the loft. I happened to glance out the window and noticed a police car parked at the end of our driveway - "That's odd", I thought.
Just about that time, the phone rings and Tammy answered. The conversation went something like this. "Mrs. Finch, this is Officer X from the Bettendorf Police Department. We received a call a few minutes ago about a possible kidnapping at the Bettendorf Public Library. The witness said the child was loaded into your van and carried away. Was your husband at the library a few minutes ago?" "Yes." "Did he have any of your children with him?" "Yes." "Okay, and did one of the children have a temper tantrum at the library?" "Yes." "Okay, we're sorry to bother you, we just wanted to be sure that it was your child your husband was struggling out of the library." After he hung up, the squad car in front promptly drove away.
We've had lots of incidents of screaming kids in public places - just one of the joys of parenting - but never have we had to have the police involved! Ironically, as we were walking through the library, with Anna kicking and screaming, I was thinking, "you know, I bet this looks like a kidnapping!".
Anna did eventually calm down and very sweetly and sincerely apologized for the way she had been acting. It's very unlike her to have fits like that, but I think she was just having an all-around bad day.