Forgot to tell you this

I can't believe I forgot to blog about this until now.

Last week when we were getting ready to go to Farmington for the weekend, Blake dialed the police. Yep- that's right, he managed to press the talk button and get the 9, the 1 and the other 1 all in a row. We do not have 911 on speed dial, so for him to do that was like insanely improbable- I seem to remember something from HS algebra like getting some combo like that out of the possible 10 numbers on a phone is something like 10 to the 10th power then you multiply that times 3 because there are three number in 911 ( I don't remember, but I know it's nearly impossible).

Anyway, I was out most of the morning running errands and teaching, so S was home with Blake and apparently letting him play with the phone. Well, I got home and was folding laundry in the garage with the garage door open and I saw a cop car park next door. Being the nosy neighbor that I am, I walked halfway out of the garage to see what was going on next door. A female cop started walking up our driveway (if you call the police, they park next door so you can't see them- in case you're in some kind of danger and there is a crazy person in your house with you) and asked me if everything was alright. I said yes and then she told me that they received a call from our house and no talking, so they tried to call back and it went straight to voicemail. Since they got no response, they had to come over. Once I told her everything was fine, she signaled to another cop who was parked in front of the house on the other side and he drove off.

She asked me if I had a baby or kid who may have dialed and I said that yes, we have a baby and he must have pressed the numbers. I was so embarassed and I kept telling her I was sorry. She wasn't amused. She asked if she could just come in and check things out. She came in (which is good to know they do that- just in case) and we were both so mortified and so sorry. We kept apologizing and she was less than amused.