The three of us went to a b-b-q yesterday, and of course it was raining (because MA sucks and there's a reason that the hardier pilgrims beat feet out of here), so baby amused himself by playing with our hostess's phone.
“Don't worry, it's fine,” she assured us. And it was fine, until the cop showed up at her front door. Turns out, baby had called 911. Swell.
We left soon after and I'm still somewhat mortified, although reading this calmed me a bit.
Not sure if I ever blogged about this, but I swear it's true: My cat dialed 911 once, about a year or two ago. I'll have to search my blog and see if I told tht tale, as it's kind of funny.