I was wrong

I owe Jed a big "I was wrong, you were right." And that doesn't happen very often ;) He's been warning me for months not to let Sam play with the phone because he might dial 911. I kept saying that he usually dials 66666 or other gibberish and the chances of him getting 911 by chance were so small it wasn't worth worrying about. I was wrong. Yesterday morning I was sitting on the deck, Sam was going back and forth between the kitchen and the deck, and Jed was showering. Jed called down to say someone was at the front door. It was a (rather large) policeman wondering if everything was alright here because apparently someone had called 911 and the phone had been off the hook since then. YIKES! Sure enough, the kitchen phone was laying next to its cradle showing the last number dialed was 911. I assured the nice officer that we were all fine, that my phone-happy toddler was to blame, and that it wouldn't happen again. We've since moved the phone to higher ground and I'll be much more watchful in the future.