I find the OP’s story to be incredibly cute, and I’m one of those kid haters that everyone around here seems to hate.
Were you picturing the scene from Risky Business, cause I was. Now it is on a loop in my brain. Can you imagine if the Cop had to write that up?
My daughter did this when she was just over one year-old. I was letting her play with my cell phone, thinking it was locked so it didn’t matter if she hit the buttons. What I wasn’t aware of, however, was that even on a locked phone there’s an option to make an emergency call.
So she’s sitting on my lap, happily playing with the phone, and then she holds it out to me. This is a game we’ve played often before, so I take the phone and hold it up to my ear and say in a high, comical voice, “Helloooo??” never expecting an acutal response.
“Yes, ma’am. This is the police department.”
Uh, whoops. I apologized profusely and explained what had happened, and the lady was very nice about it. But no more phone play for the munchkin.
Not my story, but of my co-worker “Mike” who’s in charge of the phone system at our facility.
Mike’s pager number is 911. So if there’s a problem with one of the phones, you go to another and call the pager line and then put in the pager number so Mike will call you back to come check on the problem.
Yep. Someone called his pager number without calling the pager dispatch line first. The caller was rather annoyed that she couldn’t get the lady answering the phone to understand that she needed Mike to come fix her phone.
I wish. My kids never did anything funny when I had a video camera in my hand.
Hal, I just sat down and laughed myself silly over your OP! Dude, you are such a good guy, your postings over the years have convinced me that there are truly good people, from the heart outward, out there, and you are one of them.
This could only happen to you! What’s so darn uplifting is the way you’ve handled it. I mean, this is the stuff legends are made of – a 2-year-old calling 911 because she’s frustrated with potty training!
There is hope for humankind, and it’s name is The Little Briston! Thanks again, my friend!
I think I was grounded for about six months or more. I can’t remember-I was pretty much in a perpetual state of grounding from the time I turned thirteen until my fourteenth birthday.
I’m sure my parents would have preferred me doing it for fun when I was little. 