9-1-1

Our family room is full of toys. There're a handful that compel you to sing along (Come Onboard the Animal Train...) just a couple that are classic and will one day be our grandchildren's, and quite a few that are downright annoying (Fisher-Price bongos - ding ding ding!) One of Samara's cellphones (yes, she has a few...) teaches her to dial 9-1-1 in an emergency. Pretty smart, for the three year old recommended on the box, but our Sammy, she's quite smart, even as a 13 month old, and last Wednesday, at my parents' house, she must have been watching Andrew loading up on his 7 scoop instant coffee and considered it an emergency, because she called the cops. Around 1pm, the cars and flashing lights raced down their quite and quaint private road to find the 'young child' at the end of the line who had called them just a minute earlier. Bless them for their speed and concern. I can't be sure if it's the toy or just her previously underlined affinity for all men in uniforms, but she's one smart cookie and as long as we're not all locked up in the slammer, we love that girl.