Last week, while preparing dinner, my youngest son came up to me and said "Mommy, we were racially profiled today." My heart stopped. I immediately called his older brothers into the kitchen to ask what happened. My oldest began "Mommy, well I don't think he raically profiled us". "Who", I questioned. "Oh, the cop who stopped us." Cops? What? How? The boys were walking to church camp. It's not even a 1/4 mile from our house. Cops? My kids? OH MY GOD! My precious twin sons have been blessed with height. By the 5th grade they were nearly 6' tall despite being among the youngest in their class. I often joke "they're tall and thin like their mom". It always gets a smile given at 5'3" and ___ lbs., I'm neither tall nor thin. When I drop the kids off at school, the youngest is escorted across the crosswalk by a crossing guard and must walk while the older two are d...