So, the Beast called 911 yesterday. This is the conversation I got afterward:
Number One: The Beast called 911. I told the man on the phone it was just my little brother calling them.
Me: WHAT??!!?!? Beast, why did you do that??
Beast: I wanted the fire man to come dance with me.
The King: Firemen don't dance. You can't call 911 for them to come dance with you.
Beast: Why?
The King: They don't dance because their boots are too heavy. (What the heck kind of answer was that????)
Beast: Oh. Well, the vcr doesn't work. Can you call 911?
Me: NO!!!
Apparently we need to have a discussion to define what is considered an emergency.
This is the wacky story of our wild and crazy lives with six insane kids. Two are Deaf. Two have had major health issues. At least one is plotting to take over the world. Two are the reigning princesses of the house. Read and laugh about our lives to feel better about your's.
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