You always here these stories through a friend of a friend, and they ultimately take on an urban legend status. But yesterday, at exactly 5:57 pm, according to police records, Alex dialed 911.Andy and I have developed a bad habit of letting the little guy play with our phones, mostly because he is obsessed with them and because it is kind of cute how we say “hello” and then he puts it up to his ear. However, his curiosity has gone from just holding the phone to exploring every button and the various noises they make. From the dial tone to the women’s voices saying, “if you like to make a call, please hang up and dial again,” the phone has become just one more cause and effect toy.
So this emergency phone call should not have come as a surprise. He has called Uncle Mark’s cell phone before, as well as one of my colleagues from work, by hitting redial or scrolling through caller ID. But this time – like the monkey and the typewriter theory – his randomness actually made sense.
Luckily, the Miami Township Police department were someone what understanding. They seemed polite on the phone when they did their mandatory call back, and they didn’t scold us too much when the officer stopped by the house to investigate. But I am sure they were mumbling under their breath and cursing us back at the station.
Lesson learned: 911 is very prompt and Alex should be banned from any real live communication tools.
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