This evening around 8:00 pm while we were upstairs with William, I saw him pick up the phone and push a few buttons. I just reached over and unplugged it so he could keep pretending to talk on the phone. A few minutes later we went down to the basement.
Apparently, the few buttons he pushed were 9-1-1. While we were in the basement they called back to see if we were okay because there was a "hang-up" from our number. We didn't hear the phone ring so we didn't answer the call. Then they sent the police to our house. We didn't hear them either. No, we don't need hearing aides. We just have a 65" inch TV and a toddler that has been sqawking like the pteradactyls he saw on TV this afternoon. The call center left a message on our voicemail to call them back. I called them and explained what happened. It was embarassing. I am sure our neighbors think we are drug dealers now.
1 comment:
That's hilarious!
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