Last night we were babysitting Zach, our two year old grandson, and as usual having a great time with him. My son is usually at work but he was home in the late afternoon and we put Zach in my Ignite stroller – which I really, really like – and so does Zach and walked through the nearby park onto the main avenue and up to the farmer’s market for something for dinner. We had a nice healthy walk and Zach enjoyed the walk taking in the sights – especially the geese – a word he says perfectly.
My husband was with him in his home office where he likes to draw with a tumbler of pens and markers….and play with the phone, computer, etc. I was preparing dinner when the phone rang.
Caller: “Hello, this is the police… Did you just dial 911?”
Me: “Uhoh…I think my grandson did by mistake.”
Caller: “I’ve already dispatched a police car. Would you please go outside and let the police officer know that everything is okay.”
Me: “Of course. I’m sorry. We’ll be more careful in the future.”
I step onto my front porch and there is a police car coming up the block. I go to the street and meet him and explain and apologize.
Police Officer: (With a big smile) I have a one year old and this happens all the time. Its okay.
It is so nice to have a friendly forgiving police officer show up at your house. And we do need to be more careful with letting him play with the phone. As my daughter said. “You were lucky he didn’t call China!”