911, what's your emergency?

Cooper called 911 this afternoon. Yep, that little booger is in trouble now. I was busy doing some stuff for the race team and didn't even know Cooper had the phone. I finally wrestled it away from him and by that time it had been off the hook for 10 minutes. As soon as I hung it back up and I got a call right away. The caller ID says "Washington County." It was 911-dispatch telling me they'd had a hang-up and was everything allright. It had been up until that time, but as soon as I hung up I was ticked - ticked at my baby for doing it and at myself for not watching him better.



I told the dispatcher my baby had been playing with the phone. He then asked for my name. Gave it to him. Long silence as I heard him typing in the background. He asked if I could speak freely. Yes. I apologized profusely and hung up. Forty-five minutes later I get a knock, which in the back of my mind I was expecting. Two sheriff's deputies. They were friendly and understood the situation. I was angry for not being a more watchful mom and for wasting tax payer dollars. And now I still have six hours left in the day and two phones way up high.