The sounds of scuffling came from the bedroom.
I peeked my head in, to the sight of two children in discord; I surmised quickly that the elder had committed the near-unpardonable offense of trying to use her brother's drumstick.
- "Daddy, will you call the police?"
My son asked me with frustrated indignation.
"Why?" I asked. "Why do you want me to call the police?"
- "So they will come take Sissy away."
"Well..." I pondered this. "I'm not sure where my phone is right now. How about we find another way to work this out?"
-"Okay," he said.
So everyone stayed out of jail. Hallelujah.