The other morning, we were getting ready to go somewhere. The boys were playing in our bedroom, and Kevin let Lex have his Blackberry to keep him occupied while he was taking a shower. He figured that the keyboard was locked, so there was no harm that could be done.
I was also in the bathroom portion of our bedroom, fixing my hair. Then, I heard it.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
Wait, what was that? Then I heard it again, but this time, louder.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
And then it dawned on me. Lex had dialed 9-1-1, and I HAD to find that phone. So I ran into the bedroom and started searching through the blankets on the bed for the phone.
"This is 9-1-1. Do you have an emergency? Please state your emergency. We are tracing your location now."
I finally found the phone and told the operator that there was no emergency, just a baby with a cell phone. The 9-1-1 operator yelled at me in the most polite manner possible, and really made me feel bad. And I wasn't even the one who let the baby play with the phone!
Connor watched this whole thing go down, and now he plays 9-9-1 operator all the time. I hear him repeat over and over and over: "9-9-1, what's your emergency?" No matter how many times we tell him it's actually 9-1-1, of course!
1 comment:
that happened once when I was watching my cousin's 2 yr old son at my grandma's---she had 9-1-1 programmed on her phone as a speed dial number--I had no idea he was even playing with the phone until the police showed up at the door:O
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