Sorry, Officer

The great thing about all the safety education they do in elementary school now is that seven-year-olds know how to call 911.

The bad thing about all the safety education they do in elementary school now is that seven-year-olds know how to call 911.

You probably know how this one is going to go.

Saturday morning Erin woke to a ringing phone. Seems that Leo woke up early (as per usual), crept downstairs, and made a certain phone call. The call that Erin received was from a 911 dispatcher. Apparently someone from our number had called them?

Gee, I wonder who.

Minutes later there was a knock at the door.

Let me pause to say:

A) I feel incredibly safe in my town.
B) The high property taxes we pay apparently go to...something.

Erin went downstairs and opened the front door to find a police officer standing on our front porch. Seems that sending one out to the residence where a 911 call originates is standard. (Like I said, I feel safe.)

Erin called Leo to the door. Leo immediately burst into tears. He knew exactly what he'd done and that it was not the right thing.

It was sort of every parent's dream, really. Your kid does something wrong and a police officer shows up and tells them not to do it again.

We'll see if this one sticks.