BADRACR1
01-05-2021, 10:00pm
And yes, a three year old can dial 911 from a locked cell phone.
I live on a main road in my little city. Cars get stopped all the time and we see lights flashing every couple of weeks close to the house. If close I usually walked outside and smoke, kind of keeping an eye on things.
Tonight while cooking dinner we sent Callie (the seven year old) to look for Carson, three in May. He was in our room. Wife asked Callie if he was messing with the TV and Callie said no, just playing with her phone.
Just a couple of minutes later we saw lights and Rita said it looked like they had someone stopped in front of the house. I grabbed a cigar and my jacket and about that time the dogs went ape shit. I opened the door and lo and behold, one of my city's finest was just about to knock. I asked if I could help him and he asked if someone had sent a 911 SOS call from this address. I replied we didn't have a land line and he said he believed it was a cell number and began to roll it off. I said, yep, that's the wife's phone.
I told Rita to set the dogs out back and invited him in, reassuring him all was okay. I explained that the grandson had her phone but it was supposed to be locked. He said one could still dial 911 from a locked phone, and asked if I was sure everything was okay. I again invited him in, and he looked and saw Callie sitting on the couch watching tv, Rita looking very embarrassed, Carson standing by my side saying "Hey!", and me fighting a laugh. He smiled, said, "No, that's okay. Everyone looks fine and happy."
I apologized for the trouble and any concern the boy may have caused. He laughed and said that was okay, likely be his easiest call of the night. I thanked him for his service and time and complimented the fast response. He then departed, and we set the cell phone on top of the mantle.
Out of reach of the boy.
If you've ever seen "The Incredibles" now you'll know why Carson's nickname is Jack-Jack.
I live on a main road in my little city. Cars get stopped all the time and we see lights flashing every couple of weeks close to the house. If close I usually walked outside and smoke, kind of keeping an eye on things.
Tonight while cooking dinner we sent Callie (the seven year old) to look for Carson, three in May. He was in our room. Wife asked Callie if he was messing with the TV and Callie said no, just playing with her phone.
Just a couple of minutes later we saw lights and Rita said it looked like they had someone stopped in front of the house. I grabbed a cigar and my jacket and about that time the dogs went ape shit. I opened the door and lo and behold, one of my city's finest was just about to knock. I asked if I could help him and he asked if someone had sent a 911 SOS call from this address. I replied we didn't have a land line and he said he believed it was a cell number and began to roll it off. I said, yep, that's the wife's phone.
I told Rita to set the dogs out back and invited him in, reassuring him all was okay. I explained that the grandson had her phone but it was supposed to be locked. He said one could still dial 911 from a locked phone, and asked if I was sure everything was okay. I again invited him in, and he looked and saw Callie sitting on the couch watching tv, Rita looking very embarrassed, Carson standing by my side saying "Hey!", and me fighting a laugh. He smiled, said, "No, that's okay. Everyone looks fine and happy."
I apologized for the trouble and any concern the boy may have caused. He laughed and said that was okay, likely be his easiest call of the night. I thanked him for his service and time and complimented the fast response. He then departed, and we set the cell phone on top of the mantle.
Out of reach of the boy.
If you've ever seen "The Incredibles" now you'll know why Carson's nickname is Jack-Jack.