A Boredom Emergency

Tristan, who is now 13 1/2 months old,  was getting ready for some diversion while he was here today, but did he really have to call 911 because of it?

I was cooking brunch and Hiromi was holding Tristan at the table while I put the last few things on.  Hiromi let him play with the phone, after listening to make sure that there was no dial tone.  All the beeps put a big smile on Tristan's face.  He was having fun.

We had prayer and started eating when the phone rang.  Hiromi read aloud from the caller ID:  "Reno County . . . "

 "I hope Tristan didn't call 911," I said as he picked up.

Vain hope.  It was someone from the dispatcher's office, checking to see if there was a problem at our house.  They had gotten a call but no message.  Hiromi was most apologetic.  He confessed to having let his grandson play with the phone and he guessed he must have hit the right combination of buttons to connect to the emergency number.  That was that.

Tristan chowed down on his pancake, all innocence.  I noted privately that Hiromi's habit of indulging the little ones hasn't abated with the passing of time, and for once, Hiromi must have had second thoughts about this habit.