As you may recall, we took the children to the local police and fire stations on the day after New Year’s this year to deliver home made cookies. While visiting the very nice firemen, the kids got a small lecture on the 911 system and what to do in an emergency. With that background out of the way, let me get to the anecdote.
Last night, we went to the dentist. It was the Girl Child’s appointment but we brought the Boy Child, too. His first visit and I wanted him to get accustomed to the place and see that nothing scary was going to happen to his sister. Fine. No problems. He sat up in her lap after her appointment and even let the hygienist count and clean his teeth. They both particularly liked Mr. Thirsty, the thing that sucks all the water out of your mouth. I took a picture of them sitting there together with my camera phone. Not the greatest picture, but still.
After the appointment, while the kids were rooting around in the “Treasure Chest”, picking out toys, I had a nice chat with the dentist who, along with several other people in the office, passed along their condolences about my grandfather. For awhile there, the dentist was actually treating four generations of the same family. I wasn’t watching what the kids picked too closely, but, I gather, the Boy Child wanted exactly what the Girl Child wanted and so they both left clutching a plastic ring and a bracelet. Fair enough. Both happy, both with bright shiny teeth.
This morning, the Boy Child headed downstairs to retrieve, first thing, his ring and bracelet. He stayed, according to my wife, down there for a little while before coming upstairs where, the following took place:
BC: Mamma, mine bracelet is broken. Call 911!Mamma: Boy Child, we only call 911 if there is a big emergency. We can’t call 911 for this.
BC: [Looks at her for a moment, considers her words and either decides to reject them or decides that this is a big emergency, and picks up the phone] 911!?! Mine bracelet is broken. Mine ring is not broken. Mine bracelet is broken. Come fix it?
Looks like the lecture that the firemen gave him really sunk in. Who says kids today don’t listen?
Posted by Random Penseur at January 20, 2006 12:12 PM | TrackBackI can never get enough of the BC&GC stories. Never. This was adorable, RP.
Posted by: Amber at January 20, 2006 03:33 PMWell if that doesn't qualify as an 'emergency' I don't know what does. Great story.
Posted by: Roberta S at January 23, 2006 03:21 PMIf a grown woman can call 911 cause she didn't get the hamburger she wanted at Wendy's then BC can call cause his bracelet is broken. Surely they have a jewlery repair squad, no? :)
Posted by: oddybobo at January 24, 2006 04:05 PM