What's More American?

Love a Saturday like today. Everybody was home most of the day, and we all did chores together, inside and out. We also have a new little girl at our house, four-and-a-half years old, for whom we are providing respite while her foster parents attend a funeral in Indiana. Just basically a good day.
Topped it off with a romantic dinner for two at Tia Rosa's.(How did we pull that off with eight kids in the house? It's called having three teeage babysitters in residence.)
Since we finished dinner too early (in my lingo that means in time to put "the twins" to bed), we headed to Walmart to do a little Christmas window shopping (sorry Allyson, I must admit my sin). As we left Walmart, we saw two police cars pulled over in the store's fire lane. What's more American than being arrested on a Saturday night at Walmart? I started walking towards our car, but Brad quipped, "It's my date night, I want to see someone arrested." So we detoured alongside the commotion. A late-90's Ford tempo was waiting, with a woman in the front seat, and two small kids in carseats in the back. That was the sad part of the scene (I've had enough calls at night from CPS for child placement to see where this might be heading). One officer was talking with a twenty-ish tattoed dude, while the other was talking to an obviously very bright young lady. He asked her, "Do you have a driver's license?" "No. Nothing." "So, you've never had a driver's license or state ID or anything of that nature?" "No. Really." Do you think she got hauled in tonight? 'Cause her boyfriend was in cuffs by the time we reached the car.
As they sing, "Oh, what a night!"