James the Guilty

The police came to our house in response to a call to their emergency 911 center. James did it. He called the cops on us. My little 14-month old buddy really called 911 and made the police come to the house. Karen was horribly embarassed, and I was at work so I didn't get to see it. Oopsie. Sorry about that, Overland Park police department, we really didn't mean to waste your time. Karen knew we were in trouble when she hung up the phone that James had been playing with and it started ringing. The police apparently have to pay a visit to your house when you call them, even if you assure them that there is no reason for them to do so. When the police got here, Karen told the officers, "Here's the culrit. Take him away and lock him up!" James grinned and drooled, somehow lacking any remorse for what he had done.

James still says "boobies" every once in a while, but his favorite word is definitely "lights". He points out all types of lights and announces their presence wherever we go. He is especially comical on the highway as we pass under the streetlights, all of them are individually announced, one at a time. By the time we get to where we are going, we are trying to guess the next time he is going to say it, laughing the whole time. "Lights, lights, lights..."