Last night Olivia and I were in the van on the way to her girl scout meeting. She looked a little startled, then pulled her TracFone from her pocket and answered it. I guess it was on vibrate and it was ringing. Anyhow, the conversation on her end went something like this:
"Hello? Um... well... Oh, I'm really sorry. The phone was in my pocket and I guess some buttons must have gotten pushed by accident. I didn't mean to call you."
Hanging up the phone, she turns to me and says, "That was 911! I guess I called them by accident!"
She's never going to live it down.
She butt-dialed 911.