My Neighbor Called the Cops on My Kids Because ‘Children Shouldn’t Be Screaming Outside’ – So I Went to War with Her

I stared at him.

The words felt like they bounced off my skull.

“Drugs?” I repeated. “They’re seven and nine.”

He shrugged in a resigned way. “We have to respond to every call.”

I pointed toward our house.

“We live right there. I watched them walk down. There are other parents here.

I’ve been home the whole time.”

He looked around at the playground. Toddlers, strollers, parents, normal noise.

The second officer’s expression softened. “They look okay to me,” he said quietly.

They asked a couple more questions, then backed off.

“You’re fine, ma’am,” the first officer said.

“Just make sure they stay supervised.”

“They are,” I said. “They always are.”

Noah tugged my sleeve. “We’re not in trouble?” he whispered.

The second officer shook his head.

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