I walked into our living room to find our son pushing a plastic laundry hamper into the hallway. He was walking behind it (yea!), but seeing that made me kind of sad.
Nevermind that I had just emerged from our son's playroom (full of toys) and walked into another room (also full of toys that he was presently ignoring). I boldly delcared to my husband that we need to buy the boy some new toys...
"Don't you want to wait to see what people get him for his birthday?", my husband asked.
"No. Look at him. He's resigned to playing what a laundry hamper. He obviously needs more to play with..." (yeah, right... truth is, I want more toys...)
"Well, you know what he isn't going to play with any more? THE PHONE or anything reslembling the phone"
My son loves grown up stuff- cordless phones, cell phones, car keys, laundry...
Since his facination was pretty harmless, I never thought twice about letting him play with any of this stuff. On this partucluar evening, he somehow dialed 911... multiple times. There was a phone call from a 911 operator, followed by some loud pounding on the front door. It was a police officer coming to check on the "situation".
My husband apologized profusely and immediately confisacted the cordless phone from our son.
Fortunately, my husband was home. If I had been alone, I won't have bothered to get the door... In fact, I was in the other room chatting away on my cell phone and barely heard the commotion.
When my husband was telling me about it later, my reaction was, "Well, did you show him our son? If the officer had seen what a cute little boy we have, he probably wouldn't have been so mad..."
Yep, I'm one of those moms... and I'm not even going to apologize for it.
Now, if you'll excuse me. Surely, there's got to be something at Toys"R"Us that I haven't purchased yet...
photo by d_lav
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