My 3yo got a coloring book from a visiting cop at preschool the other day.

First off, he’s 3. Starting that young just shows how much they’ve considered it. A full half of the kids there are black, we’re in a city famous for historical racism.

His moms have established words they don’t want him using yet, like “shoot.” OK, they’re his parents I can understand and respect that. We play with nerf darts and stomp rockets, and never “launch” them at people.

So the coloring book teaches him vocabulary like “suspect,” “pepper spray,” and “stun device.” They’re answers to puzzles.

I made an offhand joke that next year’s coloring book will explain how a “suspect” was “incorrectly adjudicated” by an officer’s “bullet device.”

His moms wisely threw the book away explaining they don’t want to teach about racist, rapist pigs yet. I was so happy. He’ll never know his biological grandmother is a cop-worshipper because she’ll never meet him.

My historic house has a Wikipedia page, I’ve tried updating it with information I know is accurate (I mean, I live here), but it was always removed. Must have a primary source that’s not “individual research” like, you know, counting the bedrooms or fireplaces.

Which is what lead to me getting our city’s newspaper to interview me, print several facts and stories, and now that published article is a primary source.

During this process I realized that Wikipedia is pretty goddamn serious.