After the fire station, I decided to carry on the public servant theme by hitting the police museum. I didn't know that the case that led to the Miranda rights came from Phoenix, but this museum had a little exhibit about it so we got in a little more school!
They let the kids wear police shirts while they walked through the museum. Justin's might have been more like a dress. But he liked it!
When Phoenix was just getting settled they didn't have a jail yet so this was their alternative: a jail rock. You would get chained to the rock by the blacksmith for a couple of hours or a couple of days depending on your crime. Drunk and disorderly was one of the main offenses. And letting your chickens out to spook a horse. Glad we don't have that one anymore...
There was a real police car for the kids to try out too.
And this three-wheeled motorcycle.
This was my favorite: I am a bomb technician. If you see me running, try to keep up.
We had a great time, just us and the boys. Alaina went home to take a nap with Nana and Uncle Jon and Aunt Olivia. I am not sure how well it's going to go over when we have to start taking the boys to girly places. But for now, police and fire museums fit the bill!
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