Mikro is fascinated with the phone. Not toy phones, mind you, of which he has four. Only the real deal will do. He enjoys button pushing and disconnecting me while I'm talking.
Well, he has a new trick.
Today he dialed 911.
The nice policeman was very understanding, but my cheeks are still red. Not only did we waste his time when there might have been a real emergency, but we also treated him to a view of me at my absolute grungiest: Hair up in rubber band a la Pebbles Flintstone, paint covered tshirt, baby sweet potatoes covered pants, and extremely dirty toddler stuffed under one arm like a football.
What a lovely impression we must have made. Cue the theme from the Beverly Hillbillies... Gah!
Sometimes art is a sanity saving device...
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