Ok. We are not making this up. What is the probability that the number combination of 9-1-1 is dialed by a one year old, and in that particular order? Oh, and on a locked blackberry of all things? With her quick like cat reflexes and superior dexterity, Ella grabs Tim's blackberry, disarms the security code, and makes the emergency call. What could have been the reason? Stinky diaper perhaps? Or because Cooper wouldn't share his dog food? Not enough morning kisses? Whatever the reason, all we hear on the phone as Ella holds it up to her head and smiles is "Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?" CRAP! Panic by both of us. This can't be possible! Tim quickly grabs the phone and hangs up. Phew. Well, heed this warning all you 911 pranksters out there! 911 has caller ID! Not a mere 10 seconds later does the BlackBerry ring. Uh oh. Tim answers timidly (imagine what an adolescent boy would sound like calling a girl on the phone for the first time),
"Hello?"
Dispatch: Yes, this is 911 of Fairfax County. We just received a phone call from your home. Are you okay?
Tim: Oh yes! My daughter just dialed 911 by mistake.
Dispatch: Ok. So everyone is safe?
Tim: Yes, but Ella! Oh no! My daughter is swallowing dog food!
Dispatch: Sir, how old is your daugther?
Tim: She's one. Ella, nooooo!
Dispatch: Ok sir. Do you have everything under control?
Tim: Uh, yeah.
Dispatch: Very well, have a good day!
