” Sunny, hurry up, we are going to be late!” I shouted. It was soccer practice time and we would be late if we didn’t leave right now. “Mommy, can I come too?” said Cheeku, tugging at my skirt. Cheeku was in the terrible-threes stage and having taken him to soccer practice before I knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. I remembered how he ran to mid field and tried to kick the ball and almost tripped a kid trying to get the ball. I did have time for disasters again, so I firmly said no. Our Indian nanny was home anyways and I knew he would be in good hands until we got back.
Finally Sunny got his cleats on and off we drove to the soccer fields. As we drove away, I saw the nanny holding Cheeku’s hand and walk him back into the house. The field was about a 10 minute drive from home and we got there just in time. The coach blew the whistle and all the kids ran into the field in their red and black uniforms, looking like beetles. I leaned back on the car and watched them play. It was just 10 minutes since the game had begun, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Hoping it was Sanjay returning my call, I pulled it out of the pocket. It wasn’t him, the call was from home.
I flipped the phone open and said hello. I heard cheeku crying on the other end, mumbling something about cops, 911, hurry and sorry. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I could not understand what he was saying in between his sobs. I told him to calm down, but he just wouldn’t. I asked him where the nanny was and he said she was right next to him. I asked him to give the phone to her.
I asked her what happened. She told me that Cheeku was playing with the phone and he called 911 and when the cops said hello he hung up. She said the cops called back and when he picked up the phone and they said they were cops, he started crying. They tried to talk to the nanny but since she didn’t know english she had to give the phone back to Cheeku. They apparently told Cheeku they were coming home in a few minutes and so he was freaking out. I told her not to worry and that I would be home soon.
I spoke to the coach quickly, told him there was an emergency and I had to go home immediately. I grabbed Sunny, put him in the car and drove fast. I was hoping a cop would catch me so then they could radio the other cops and tell them everything was ok. But things never go as you want them to. The cops are never around when you need them. I got home in 6 minutes flat. Just as I was rounding up the corner, I saw a cop car coming out of our driveway and go in the opposite direction from our driveway. I stopped the car and quickly ran into the house. Cheeku was sitting on the nanny’s lap and as soon as he saw me, he ran towards me and hugged me tight almost choking me.
I asked him why he called 911 and all he said between his smiles and tears was that he was bored. He had wanted to see if the cops would really come if he dialed 911!