A couple of nights ago,
We were having dinner,
We heard someone knocking on our door.
As I checked to see who it was,
I immediately saw the flashing red and blue lights.
It was the cops.
I opened the door, and the officer said,
“Hello. Good evening. We received a 911 call from this residence.
Is everything all right?”
I said, “Really?” while scratching my head,
trying to remember a memory that wasn’t there.
The Officer replied,
“Trust me sir, I wouldn’t be here if we did not receive a call.”
Now, Tracy approaches the front door as well.
“No sir, I am sorry. It wasn’t us”
I responded back with a baffled look on my face.
Tracy said, “Well, we have a toddler….”
Immediately the officer replied,
“Ah! That must be it. It happens.”
He now has a smile on his face,
while I can feel the embarrassment on mine.
He also added,
“We would rather be here and see that everything is fine,
rather than something else. Have a nice night then.”
“Thank you, officer.”
I said, as Tracy and I looked at each other, closing the front door.
That was quite embarrassing.
See, whenever we change Tyler’s diaper,
we have to have something called a bribe.
Something for him to hold and play,
just to distract him and not roll over and fight us.
It just so happens that the phone was nearby,
and it was the only thing we can give him to get his attention.
He likes playing with anything that beeps, or makes a sound.
So I guess that must have happened then and there.
Now I was thinking.
There are ten possible numbers (0-9),
On ten different places, (0123456789)
Which would mean there are:
If my math doesn’t fail me,
10,000,000,000 possible combinations –> 10 to the 10th power, (1010)
The Kid just happens to press the 3 dreaded numbers.
Then, I did some more thinking.
(Shut up! It’s either ponder about stuff like this or watch Oprah.)
Anyway, I was saying,
I started thinking,
Maybe Tyler really did press those numbers.
Maybe it’s a cry for help.
“Help!! Get me out here!! These people are crazy!!”
Moral of the story?
I am bringing Tyler next time I play the lottery.
Now here are some cool links to take your mind off this crap.
Here’s a bloody version of the yeti-pingu game —> Yeti Gore
Transforming Ytterbium Replicant Optimized for Nocturnal Exploration —> get your Cyborg Name
Meet Mili and Tary (A yeti game spin off) —> Mili&Tary
Blue balls to the Left —> Red Ball Blue Ball
The Simpsons in India —> The Singhsons
Mine did the same thing. She dialed 9112. Im positive she didnt hit “talk.” Somehow, it connected. Must be a 911 thing. Kahiya.
I love the Cyborg Name!