Saturday, January 31, 2009

False Alarm

My sister in-law, Diva, took Baby Cakes to her seventh grader's basketball game. The local police showed up at the game, looking for the hooligan that called 911 from the gymnasium pay-phone. Who could it have been? The officers combed the crowd looking for the suspect. Now in custody: a 22 month-old and his embarrassed auntie.

Heh heh. Hilarious.

Obviously, they aren't really in custody. But it's still funny.

5 comments:

wayofthechosen said...

22 month old, you mean a year old that hasn't reached his 2. He's a year old. I hate when they do that. If he ain't a year, it's ok to go by months. Maybe I'll start saying I'm 432 months old. How do you know he's 22 month old? I smell accomplice.

So when we gonna string the little ne'er do well up?

Nora said...

Oh, he's been taken care of.

And sorrrrrr-yyyyyy (!) if it's just easier to say 22 months than almost two years old!

Jenn said...

that is too funny!! giggle, giggle!

Jude said...

Just wait 'til he calls Tin Fish for a delivery!!!Should happen soon,I gave him the number..........

Nora said...

As long as he gets enough for me, too, I have no bones with that.