Yesterday the kids were playing in the living room, and suddenly The Engineer and I heard the sound of a voice coming out of a cell phone. We looked at each other, confused.
Chickie ran up to me with my cell phone in her hand, and sheepishly handed it to me.
"Hello?" I said.
I was greeted with, "This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?"
"Well," I said with chagrin, "I think we just hit a milestone--the first time my kids have accidentally called 9-1-1."
Thankfully, instead of berating me for joking about something that really is serious, the dispatcher laughed. "Well, congratulations on that milestone," she said. "So everything is okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine," I assured her. Then, in a sincere tone, I added, "I'm really sorry."
"That's okay," she said. "I'm just glad you're fine."
I said goodbye so that the dispatcher could deal with real problems. (Problems bigger than children who navigate the technical world far too easily.)