The other night as George and I were getting James ready for bed, we had a run in with nature. I’m zipping up James’ jammies and George says, “oh there’s a moth in his room.” I take one look and scream, “that’s not a moth, that’s a HORNET!” I immediately grab James run out of the room and close the door with George and the hornet on the other side. Ha!
George then begins operation swat and kill, which proved much more difficult when the hornet flew into James’ fan. I’m peaking in through the crack in the door reassuring George with things like, “you know James isn’t going to bed until you get that hornet.” George requests the step stool and bug spray. In our old house I knew right where the buy spray was, this house I have no idea. I’m running around the house looking in every closet and hiding space and can’t find it anywhere. Meanwhile James is running around the house in his jammies enjoying his new freedom. George resorts to taking apart the fan in order to get a better swat at the hornet and to spray him with windex to coax him out of hiding. With much screeching and jumping we finally get the hornet. Success!
Wait what’s that noise? I heard someone’s voice. As I turn around James is waddling up to me with my phone. I realize he’s dialed someone so I hang up quickly.
Not, 5 seconds later my phone rings back…from 911.
[Insert Kate panicking here]
“Hello?”
“Yes, we just received a call from this number, is there an emergency?”
“No, mam. My son dialed you. I’m so sorry!”
Apparently James thought the hornet in his room needed emergency attention.
That stinker.
2 comments:
How very resourceful that little man is!
This story is so great! Haha, I totally laughed out loud!
Glad to see everyone's okay and keeping their sense of humor! :)
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