I'm a responsible Dad!...???
So this last Thursday I got to take off work and be "Mr. Mom" because Tiffany got selected for jury duty. I thought it would be fun, I thought I would show myself to the world as the responsible Dad that I am... I thought wrong.
It at least could haved taken more than 3 minutes for some thing to go wrong, maybe it did, maybe it was 4 minutes. Tiffany had left, just a few minutes prior, and I'm minding my own business. As a responsible Dad I am getting the girls down from breakfast and playing with them downstairs. I'm trying to keep them downstairs because Anna has been wandering around all morning touching things that she shouldn't like lotions, trash, the phone, and more and then saying, "no touch". I'm trying to tell her that that is not how it works... Anyway, 7:42AM... Knock, knock, knock at my door. 'Who's at my door this early in the morning?' I wonder.
I look out side and all I see is this police officer standing backup with his hand on his gun behind this little wall outside our apartment. His partner is knocking at my door. I thought, 'is there a dagerous criminal escaped in our complex?' I opened the door and the officer looks briefly at me and then all around behind me says, "is everything ok?" I said yes and asked why. He said, "did anyone call 911?" I said, "No, come on it if you want." He comes in, looks down at Anna, who by this time is standing very still and looking rather concerned and says, "did she?" My eyes rolled into my head as a I gave one of those ahhhhhhh.... despairing yet now informed sighs. I explained that yes she had been playing with the phone upstairs a few minutes earlier. To try to lighten things up, I said, "Pretty good response time, she just did that a few minutes ago probably." The officer, finally looking me square in the face, says, "Well, it was FOUR 911 calls and hang ups sir." I once again sighed the "yes, I'm a bad Dad." sigh and nodded my head.
So, I guess Anna is gonna have the prank calling gift... Is that from the Holy Spirit? Maybe it's just in there with perseverance. At least I know that she knows the right number... now I can go and fire Lassie.
It at least could haved taken more than 3 minutes for some thing to go wrong, maybe it did, maybe it was 4 minutes. Tiffany had left, just a few minutes prior, and I'm minding my own business. As a responsible Dad I am getting the girls down from breakfast and playing with them downstairs. I'm trying to keep them downstairs because Anna has been wandering around all morning touching things that she shouldn't like lotions, trash, the phone, and more and then saying, "no touch". I'm trying to tell her that that is not how it works... Anyway, 7:42AM... Knock, knock, knock at my door. 'Who's at my door this early in the morning?' I wonder.
I look out side and all I see is this police officer standing backup with his hand on his gun behind this little wall outside our apartment. His partner is knocking at my door. I thought, 'is there a dagerous criminal escaped in our complex?' I opened the door and the officer looks briefly at me and then all around behind me says, "is everything ok?" I said yes and asked why. He said, "did anyone call 911?" I said, "No, come on it if you want." He comes in, looks down at Anna, who by this time is standing very still and looking rather concerned and says, "did she?" My eyes rolled into my head as a I gave one of those ahhhhhhh.... despairing yet now informed sighs. I explained that yes she had been playing with the phone upstairs a few minutes earlier. To try to lighten things up, I said, "Pretty good response time, she just did that a few minutes ago probably." The officer, finally looking me square in the face, says, "Well, it was FOUR 911 calls and hang ups sir." I once again sighed the "yes, I'm a bad Dad." sigh and nodded my head.
So, I guess Anna is gonna have the prank calling gift... Is that from the Holy Spirit? Maybe it's just in there with perseverance. At least I know that she knows the right number... now I can go and fire Lassie.
posted by Mark Schreiber @ 6:08 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:09 PM,
Robin Dugall said…
I just bought Anna a pair of pajamas...you guessed it, black and white stripes! Yep, I can hear her as she raps the tippy cup across the bars on the jail. Little did I know that we would have another crankster in the family. Frankly, I glad for it. It makes me have some hope that we don't have another co-dependent, placater, driven, compulsive first born...now we have someone who can really be alot of fun. Don't be hard on yourself...you did the right thing! Way to bring out her spiritual gift! I love it...I love you and of course, my little banana!
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