Since a few people have mentioned stories about their kids calling 911/999…
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‘Playing on the phone’**
This is what British Telecom call phonecalls where it is obviously a baby or young children messing with the phone, or older teenagers making what is clearly a hoax call. They go something like this:
P: Police emergency
Baby: [Gurgling noises]
P: Can you get Mummy or Daddy for me?
B: [more gurgling]
P: Is Mummy there?
And so on. When the phone is finally put down we can call Mummy back:
P: Hi , it’s the police here. We just received a 999 call from this number, is everything alright there?
Mummy: Oh I am so sorry! I just took the phone off my baby, I didn’t know she’d pressed anything. It won’t happen again.
And all is well in the world. However sometimes it goes more like this:
M: Yes it was my three year old.
P: Could you keep her away from the phone please?
M: I can’t do that- it’s her own mobile.
Your three year old has a cell phone!? Who could she possibly need to call?
Or:
Suspicious woman: Who is this?
P: It’s the police. We just received…
SW: Who are you really?
P: I’m calling from the police control room. Your child just phoned 999.
SW: How do I know it’s really the police?
P: Well you could call the non-emergency number and ask them to check if they had a 999 call from your phone. But I just want to ask you to keep the baby away from the line please.
SW: Why are you calling?
Now I admit I’m not a very funny person, and I’m not well versed in practical jokes but… wouldn’t that be pretty lame? To phone someone up and say ‘please keep the baby off the phone?’ If I was going to pretend to be the police, I’d come up with something a bit better than that.
(from a woman who has let her child dial 999 no less than twelve times in six months)
Woman: Yes?
P: Your child has been playing with the phone again. She’s called 999. Please put the phone out of her reach.
W: She’s two years old! It’s very hard to keep track!
P: Can’t you just put it on a high shelf, or watch her?
W: She’s two! It’s hard to watch a baby every minute. You try looking after a two year old.
I wonder if that will be her defense at the coroner’s court when the baby dies from drinking bleach.
Older kids call the police too, and usually at least try to get the police to come out. Often, they are too wussy to actually make a false call so we get calls like this ‘hithere’sadeadbodybehindmyschool’ and the phone slams down.
A selection of calls from children:
- My name is Robert Brown and I’m an asshole. My name is Robert Brown and I’m an asshole. My name is Robert Brown and I’m an asshole. (You don’t say)
- I’m Fifty Cent and I’m gonna have sex with you
- What’s a condom?
- (About four teenaged boys- perfectly in tune) # Summer lovin’ happened so fast…#
I don’t want to give the kids a bad press though, because some of them do extremely well. I’m always impressed when I get a child on the line in a genuine emergency because often they are much more calm and together than the adults. They are also more likely to listen to what I am asking them. So in support of the children:
- A six year old girl phoned 999 from a payphone when she saw a man breaking into a house. She was able to tell me the exact house, what the offender looked like, how he got in and which way he ran. We caught him.
- An eight year old phoned because her mum was being assaulted by her step-dad (on Christmas eve, just to make it even sadder). She got her three younger siblings into a back room, locked them in and called the police, telling me everything our officers needed to know. I only hope for her sake that man never came back to that family.
- Not one of my calls, but one that was so successful it is now used as a training aid, involved a seven year old boy phoning up because his dad was ‘on the floor and wouldn’t wake up.’ It’s a beautiful call, I wish you could hear it. The child starts the call in floods of tears, but by the end is giving out his Dad’s medical information, calming his little brother (aged 4 years old) and finding the front door keys to let the police and ambulance crews in. It is also a credit to my colleague who took the call for keeping the child on the line and asking scary questions (is he breathing? Does he look like he’s bleeding) without freaking him out. It ended with the kid and the calltaker singing ‘Frosty the snowman’ to keep the children calm. It was a happy ending- Dad was in a diabetic coma, but made a full recovery thanks to his brave son.