Knock, Knock!

A little bit ago, I had Baylee almost asleep when I got a knock on the door. I looked out the peephole (since we were both still in pjs), and see that it's a police officer. I opened the door thinking I might be in trouble for something, maybe our dog or something else. He points to a car a little more than halfway in the road and asks me if it's mine. Oops! Ben changed the brake pads this weekend, and it had rolled down the driveway a little Saturday night also. I guess I just didn't have the emergency brake on tight enough, although it was on pretty tight. So, I walk out there, and see there are two other officers at the "scene of the crime". I didn't know you needed that much backup for a car that had rolled down the driveway! Well, I stuck Baylee in her carseat, drove up the driveway, accidentally killed the car, and put the emergency brake on as hard as I could. So, hopefully it doesn't try to run away again! I just thought it was kinda silly that someone had to call the police to tell them our car was in the road. They couldn't just knock on my door and told me themself. That's the kind of neighbors we have- if there's something they don't like or something wrong, they call someone instead of telling us themselves (like with our lawn). So, needless to say, I'm excited to move when Ben graduates in March (especially to a house with heat and air). The police officer was nice, but I try to avoid police to the best of my abilty. Lesson learned-don't let your car roll into the road. Now I'm just paranoid it's going to happen again.