Not Going to Jail but I Did Get Pulled Over

As I picked up Christine from school, and took her to play practice, I noticed that my mini-van wasn't behaving properly. The radio wasn't working, the windows wouldn't roll down, and most annoyingly it kept pinging at me that I didn't have my seat belt buckled. (And of course, I did.) It was a little later when I returned to pick her up from play practice, to take her back to the high school for her jazz band concert, that I realized that my headlights weren't working either. (It was just starting to become dusk). I successfully picked her up, and got to the high school before it became too dark outside. She did great at the concert, but the boys and I had to leave early to retrieve Rebekah from her jazz band rehearsal. Still the van wasn't working right, including the headlights, but Rebekah was expecting us, and her school was just up the street. Carefully we drove, picked her up, and headed back to the high school for Christine. All I wanted, was to get everyone home, and ask Erik about the van when he got home. 30 seconds away from the high school, a police officer pulled up to the four way stop that we had just come through. I knew as soon as I saw him, that he was going to follow me, and he did. He turned on his lights, and followed me into the school's parking lot. I got out of the van, and told him what was going on. Of course he ran a check on my license plate, but he was pleasant to me, as he lightly chided me for being on the road with no lights. He had me send Rebekah in to retrieve Christine, and then suggested that I try my hazard lights. They worked - don't know why I didn't think of turning them on- and he decided to leave, trusting me to only drive home, and he didn't give me the escort home that he had been planning on giving me. Turns out that the van was having electrical connection problem that Erik fixed for me. All's well that ends well, and I didn't go to jail, even though my boys were sure that's where they were going to send me.