I have a sweet little babe,
Who phoned 9*1*1 today.
Cops came to our place,
To see we were safe.
With the phone, she'll ne'er again play.
Mallory called 911 today. I know, I know. My 15 month old is a genius.
Elizabeth and Mallory were playing as I was making salsa in the kitchen today. Mallory was playing with the phone, when I heard Elizabeth shout, "MOM!! Mallory just called someone!!!" I took the phone away and told her it was okay. About 10 minutes later the doorbell rang. Ross and Elizabeth went to answer it, and I hear Elizabeth scream at the top of her lungs, "THE COPS!!!!!!" as she comes running in to me. I walked in to open the front door and found two officers. One was the father of a boy in Ross' class & husband of woman who has known my family for years. He was grinning, seeing me come to the door followed my little ducklings. The other police man was "Officer Straight Face." He didn't seem to appreciate having to come check in on us. After assuring them that we were indeed safe, they went on their merry way. The door closed, and Elizabeth said, "I thought you were gonna get arrested."
Now, lucky me, three of my four kids have called 911 at some point. All but Drew have made this Rite of Passage. Oh joy! One time, the 911 call was really legit, though. 4 year-old Ross called 911 for me when Elizabeth had her first febrile seizure at age two. I was a bit spooked because it seemed to go on forever. Other than that time, it's all been for fun :-)
*On a side note, I can't for the life of me figure out why I can't space between my paragraphs! Arg! Something must be set this way, and I don't know how in the world to fix it! Sorry! I do know how to write correctly, but blogger just won't let me!