Zoey Moment #14

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Zoey likes to play with my cell phone and aside from occasionally texting someone, it’s pretty harmless. Or so I thought. She had been playing pretty quietly with my phone when I noticed she had dialed ‘000’ and all of a sudden, my phone display said ’emergency services’. I grabbed the phone from her and hit the end button, praying that the call hadn’t gone all of the way through.

But two seconds later, I got this call:

“Ma’am, this is emergency services. We just got a call from this number. Is everything all right. Are you in need of help?”

Oh my God.

“No, I am so sorry. My daughter was playing with my phone and she accidentally dialed this number.”

Oh my God.

The lady, who was incredibly polite and understanding said, “That’s okay. Can I please have your name?”

Oh my God.

I gave her my name and confirmed my address and then I started apologizing all over the place because what if while all this nonsense was going on there was someone trying to get through to emergencies services for a REAL emergency–like a heart attack or something? I felt bad and embarrassed and in the meantime, Zoey had already wandered away to watch Dora the Explorer, leaving me to deal with the authorities.

The lady said not to worry and she told me that if we end up needing help for an emergency, just give them a call back.

Oh. My. God.

I hung up after thanking her all over the place and apologizing ten million more times.

And then I called Greg and left a message on his voicemail about what had happened. I expected him to be as appalled and embarrassed as I was at the whole thing. I expected him to lecture me about letting Zoey play with my phone.

This, dear friends, is the text I got in response from Greg. Verbatim.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

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About cdhoose

I'm a mom to an amazing little girl and have another little one on the way. I live in Upstate New York with my fiance and daughter, 2 big, crazy dogs and a 3-legged cat (who has an attitude). I hate know-it-alls, Lindsay Lohan and socks with holes in them. I always seem to get myself into trouble (which entertains my fiance to no end), but I try hard to be a good parent. Also, I occasionally work on scrapbooking the fifty billion pictures I've taken of my kid. And I like ice cream. The end.

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