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Monday, February 04, 2008

Some children have a rebellious streak. Some children are born angels. 

Somewhere in between, there's Zoe.

She's not a rebellious child, really. It's just that every morning, her brain starts with a clean slate. As in, everything she learned yesterday is forever gone with the rising of the morning sun.

Ever notice how some four-year-olds can stop your heart cold? That's our granddaughter. Case in point.

Early one morning last week, our daughter answered her front door to find three police officers dressed in starched uniforms and impressive gun holsters stuffed with shiny pistols. Flashing squad cars lined the street behind them. My daughter's heart zipped to her throat, fearing the worst.

"Yes?" she squeaked.

"Ma'am, we've received a 9-1-1 call from this residence. Is everything all right?"

After blood started flowing through her veins once again, she uttered the one word that strikes fear into the hearts of our family:


The little four-year-old came bouncing into the entryway as though not a single thing could blemish her absolutely perfect morning. One look at the police officers, however, brought her to a screeching halt.

They gave her the warning speech I'm sure they've used on many four-year-olds before, turned and left. Something tells me it was nothing compared to the verbal reprimand her mother gave her. 

By the time I saw Zoe later that day, everything was once again right with her world, though her mother was still shaken.

Four-year-olds should come with a manual.

Diann Hunt  
posted at 8:38 AM  
  Comments (12)
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At 11:42 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

You know what's going to happen, don't you? Zoe is going to get old enough to tell her little sister or brother what to do and let them take the rap! That's what my boys did at a church brunch where they told their little brother to pull the fire alarm. A canceled brunch, a visit from the fire department, and $150 later, the older boys still tried to blame their little brother.

At 6:59 AM, Blogger Andrea said...

I was coming home one day to see a sheriff pulling out of my drive. Of course the first question out of my mouth was what he was doing there. Having a 3 yr old at the time, I thought he dialed 911. NO!! My husband had been on our cordless phone. He didn't hang it up when he finished. It was still connected. After a certain period, it automatically dialed 911. Then the sheriff comes. He asked him to check his phone. He explained that has happened a few times to people. Some phones automatically do that. Nice feature to have. Too bad we had to find out about it that way!

At 10:31 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Andrea, what a great hint I could have in a book! I had no idea. . .

I'm cracking up, Di. Only kids. . .

At 10:36 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh man, that's scary, Kristin! I just can't think about that younger sibling thing. Zoe's a handful by herself!

Andrea, I didn't know that our phones would do that! That's scary on the one hand, but kind of comforting on the other! I'll have to tell my daughter, just in case. *g*

Uh-oh, who knows what Colleen can do with that bit of truth!! :-)

At 11:11 AM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

My son, Greg, was maybe 8 years old when he and his best buddy (I guess kids now call them bff) decided to play hookey. Yes - 8 years old. Sigh.

I worked during the school hours, leaving after he was in school and returning home just before he did. Of course I had no idea he and Maxie skipped school that day.

Their demise came when Greg forgot the cleaning lady came on Thursdays. He and Maxie decided to destroy one of his stuffed toys. When they heard the cleaning lady, they dove under the covers on Greg's top bunk and hid.

She opened the door to see bits of stuffing everywhere and the open window. Sure there was an wild animal in there, she ran next door and got my ex-cop neighbor.

He entered Greg's bedroom, gun drawn. If those boys had made a peep, you can only imagine the ending.

Fortunately they didn't. But Chuck-the-cop figured it out. Greg and Maxie spent the rest of the day on Chuchk's couch in time-out.

After I got home and heard the story, Greg didn't sit for dinner that night.

I lost 10 years of my life that day, but it was the last time he ever played hookey.

One day, that will find its way into a book. ;)

At 1:16 PM, Blogger Annie said...

these are classic stories! i love it! Since I work in children's and youth ministry, I have some stories too! LOL... but this one is about siblings... mine!

My brother once convinced me that my parents bought me a flea market. I was maybe 6 at the time. that meant he was 9... well old enough to know better!! but, I completely believed him. I'm still scarred for life from that! LOL

At 1:49 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

That is hilarious, Ane! Why is it I have no trouble believing YOUR son could have done this? ;-)

Annie, brothers can be cruel. It's probably better this way. A flea market is a heavy responsibility for a six year old. :-)

At 2:01 PM, Blogger Rachel Hauck said...

Too funny, Di. Did Zoe know not to dial 911? You said she forgets today what she learned yesterday. :)


At 2:28 PM, Blogger Shauna said...

HAHAHA! That is FUNNY! Serious, but funny. My four-year-old guy has the same 'clean slate' condition. I used to wonder what the point was in trying to teach him boundaries and rules. Seemed like I had to start over every single day. :-)

At 12:44 AM, Blogger Becky said...

That is sooo funny, lol!

You can't blame a kid, though. I mean, it's probably the first phone number they ever commit to memory. And what better time and place to try it out then when they first 'discover' the fun of pushing the buttons on a phone key pad.

At 12:33 PM, Blogger Crystal Laine Miller said...

Ok, I am not laughing because I had Jordan--the equivalent of a Zoe only 19 years earlier. He called 9-1-1 and he was only 2. They threatened ME, not Jordan. Jordan was not scared, and they threatened to disconnect my phone.

Jordan continues to be a heart attack, but he's at least not getting me or himself into trouble. He now uses it creatively and get kudos. Zoe may grow up to be a writer like her grandmother! (She will be the plot queen.)

I love 4-year-olds. That was my favorite job and I taught pre-kindergarten in the big city for 3 years.

At 8:00 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Hey, that's true, Becky! Guess we'll just have to hide the phones. :-)

Crystal, thanks for offering hope. It's nice to know Zoe can use her, um, creativity in better ways as she grows older. :-)


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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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