My goal this afternoon was to pick up some cream of tartar, jello, paintbrushes and a toy pots and pans set for Isaac. I left the house at 3pm and walked to the mall. I let Isaac run around the play houses outside Toys R Us for a bit, then headed into the store to pick up the toy pot & pan set I saw there last time. Went to Zellers to look for some paintbrushes but didn't find what I was looking for.
On our way to a grocery store, Isaac tossed his hat off somewhere. I back-track all the way back to the mall, but didn't see his cap. I was feeling a bit disappointed in losing his cap but still hopeful of finding it. I bumped into one of daddies of Isaac's friends at the corner of a street. As I was explaining my search for Isaac's hat, a stranger overhead me, and told me she found it and put it on a box. I thanked her and went to retrieve the hat. Had a short chat with the daddy friend and headed to the grocery store.
I just realized that I forgot to change Isaac's diaper at the mall, so I was hoping that the grocery store trip would be a short one. Isaac was also getting a bit fussy. At the store, we were waiting for Daddy to come and pick us up. I had a hard time finding the cream of tartar. Isaac started screaming and complaining. I let him play with my phone. The phone rang. I picked it up. Daddy had arrived and I let him know where to find me. Isaac was acting up again and wanted my phone back so I let him have it.
After Daddy met up with us, I got a call from an officer... apparently Isaac called 911. Ack! I got a little warning and was told that a constable would be following up with me shortly. While Daddy lined up to pay for our groceries, I took Isaac to the car and got a call from the constable. He met up with us about 5-10 minutes later. While it shouldn't really be a big deal, I was feeling upset and embarrassed. I'm not giving Isaac my phone until he's old enough to use it properly. At least I learnt that you can still dial 911 even if your phone is locked and it's easy enough for a 15 month old to call.
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