911, What's Your Emergency?

As I looked out my front door and saw an officer of the law standing on my porch, my first thought was that our dog had got out. Do officer's bring your dog back? I don't know. My second thought was that they were coming to take either me or Molly away. (Was she really screaming that loud?) I wouldn't let her have ANOTHER fruit snack and she was screaming and so she went to bed. Before she went to bed we had a clean-up-the-living-room-I-can't-function-with-all-these-toys-out-here party (I love those parties!) and we ignored the phone because it was important that the toys be cleaned up before the baby took her nap. Apparently, the phone call was important, because it was the police station calling us back. The officer on my porch was standing there because someone at our house called 911. This is the first time in my life I can say without a doubt IT WASN'T ME! While I am grateful that the nice officer was doing his job and checking on us, I was embarrassed to death to give out my FULL NAME AND BIRTH DATE (I'm sure to run through the system, like I'm a criminal or frequent 911 caller). Lessons learned today: Give the kid another dang fruit snack and put the phones out of her reach.