My sister threw one heck of a joint birthday party for Reade and my Nana. We ate pizza, ate cake, then headed outside for goodbyes. A police car was driving by and they saw Reade on the sidewalk with his balloons. They stopped and offered for Reade to take a picture in the squad car. That was so nice of them, but the policeman lifted Reade up and he freaked out and started crying. He then fell asleep with his "friends from my party."