On Wed. morning, Bill was still in Chicago. C was fed, dressed, ready to go to school, but I was not ready to walk out the door yet. I was finishing a quick ponytail in the bathroom (that kind of morning) while attempting to keep an eye on C. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him playing with the phone. I quickly replaced it on the receiver.
Imagine my surprise when there was a quick ring back and a real live, non-daddy voice on the other end. The very nice 911 operator explained that there had just been a hang up from our address, and it is customary to call back. Embarrassed and shocked, I quickly apologized and explained that it had been my 20mo. old boy - no need to dispatch help. She agreed and said that she would call them off.
However, C and I were packed up and rolling down the street when an Arlington police car pulls into our cul de sac (unusual for 7:45 am). With a big sigh, I turn around. I pulled into the driveway as the officer was already inspecting the perimeter. I let him know that my son accidentally called, no one was in the house, but I would be happy to let him inside, if needed, to clear the premises. He declined my offer, though his polite attitude changed to a bit of incredulity after glancing at the age of the culprit in the car seat.
What a lovely way to start the day. I dropped C off at school and then felt a little bit better when I sent Bill a quick email that started with "guess what your son did this morning"...
Imagine my surprise when there was a quick ring back and a real live, non-daddy voice on the other end. The very nice 911 operator explained that there had just been a hang up from our address, and it is customary to call back. Embarrassed and shocked, I quickly apologized and explained that it had been my 20mo. old boy - no need to dispatch help. She agreed and said that she would call them off.
However, C and I were packed up and rolling down the street when an Arlington police car pulls into our cul de sac (unusual for 7:45 am). With a big sigh, I turn around. I pulled into the driveway as the officer was already inspecting the perimeter. I let him know that my son accidentally called, no one was in the house, but I would be happy to let him inside, if needed, to clear the premises. He declined my offer, though his polite attitude changed to a bit of incredulity after glancing at the age of the culprit in the car seat.
What a lovely way to start the day. I dropped C off at school and then felt a little bit better when I sent Bill a quick email that started with "guess what your son did this morning"...
4 comments:
Did you time how fast they got there? Did you report your finding to Greg Useem for his Capstone?
sounds like the toddler version of drunk dialing. Carter needs some new digits to play around with
Audrey called about a month ago and they tried to call back but the phone was busy. The cop came to our house. Audrey cried because she thought he was going to take her to jail. I didn't have time to post that one on the blog. SO embarassing!
That is hilarious! You guys will enjoy telling that story for years! Somehow (knock on wood) I have avoided this mishap!
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