Well, Dane's call anyway. This morning Dane was sitting next to Jackie on the couch, helping organize coupons, spouting his "dadadada" mantra. All was well, all was normal. Then I hear a woman's voice saying "Hello there! Hiiiii...". Crap! Dane's got my cell phone and the speakerphone is on. "Who did you call, Dane Thomas?". I take the phone from him, still unaware of how he managed to unlock the phone, not to mention how he got it in the first place! "Who did you call? Hello?"...
The perky woman with the unrecognizable voice on the other end politely informs me "He called 911". She was super nice as I explained that my 15 month old got a hold of the phone and somehow managed to dial(???) 911. She said he must have been trying to get his Daddy, because he sure thought he was talking to him. I apologize for wasting her time and the affable woman said she'd rather get a call like this from Dane than an actual emergency call. I thank her and we hang up. What a start to the day!
We're getting to the age, and I'm thinking it might be fun to track so... This post will mark the first of The Daily Dane's brand new label: TROUBLE.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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