So have you ever read the original Curious George book? The one where George the monkey is captured from the jungle, and while discovering fascinating things in the human world plays with the telephone, calls the fire department and gets thrown in jail for it. Well guess what my little monkey did today.
I had taken Alex upstairs, rocking him to get him to take his afternoon nap (Grace was playing downstairs), when someone knocked on the door a couple times. My first thought was that it was our playdate having come early, figuring either Liz or I had gotten 2:30 and/or 3:30 mixed up. But no, it was one of Dallas' finest knocking at our door. I opened the door and the policeman asked me if I'd called for help. When I said no, he confirmed my address, then it hit me. Sure enough I picked up the phone and hit "redial", only to discover that the last number Alex hit before going to bed was "91111123".
I apologized profusely.
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