Friday, June 10, 2011
If the police show up to your home school do you just call it Community Helpers Day?
After getting home at 3 am on Monday morning I planned
to basically stay in my pjs all day and let the kiddos watch Nick Jr., but the dentist called to say they had worked me in for a few hours of fun. I managed to sneak in a nap with the kids and was starting to feel better just in time to prepare dinner. The doorbell ring caught me off-guard, and I was stunned when Caitlyn looked out the window to report
that there was a big tall policeman on our porch. The last time there was a big tall policeman on our porch was when our psychotic neighbor called the cops with a bogus complaint about our dogs barking, so I wrangled the two dogs now barking hysterically into my room. Looking completely disheveled, I pushed past the kids to go it alone with "the man."
Him: "Are you all right?" (I did look pretty rough.)
Him: "Is everyone in the house alright?"
Me: "Yes... why?" (The probable cause of his visit begins to dawn on me... Caitlyn had been playing with the phone...)
Him: "Well, we received a 911 call from the residence, but the dispatcher thought it might be a child playing with the phone." (The phone had been making a weird noise, but I really was too groggy to pay much attention.)
I brought Caitlyn out to have a chat about how the nice policeman was not out fighting bad guys because he was under the assumption that there was a bad guy in our house. I wanted her to not ever call again unless it was an emergency, but he was very assuring to her that she could call anytime she needed to. Hopefully she learned a lesson, and it hopefully wasn't "how to get a nice policeman to come play with you."
And then there was yesterday's conversation:
Me: Wow, Elijah just ate his first booger.
Caitlyn: My boogers are yummy. Elijah's are gross.
Me: Have you tried Elijah's boogers??
Caitlyn: No. You never pick a friend's nose.
There's never a dull moment. You can check out the other pics from the weekend by clicking here.