Help!

I cannot believe this happened or that I am sharing this-but it is just too real life not to. I hear Preston talking and I know that everyone is in bed or gone. I think this is a little strange because he is talking like he is really having a conversation, not just like he is pretending. I go in my living room to see what he is doing. He is on the phone. I am hoping that since I did not hear the phone ring, that he just hit the redial button and is talking to Auntie Tiffy. Deep down I know that this is too good to be true.

He hands me the phone and I recognize the voice on the other end, but can't place it. I ask who this is and the man says, "Jeremy from the Sheriff's Office." My heart sank. He had called 911! I apologized and hung up.

Preston knew immediately he had done something wrong. He had the most humble look on his face that it was all I could do not to laugh. The above photo was the closest I could find to his face at this moment. I tried to be as mad/serious as I could so he would never do this again unless there was a real emergency. I may have taken it to far though. I told him that the police are coming over because he called them, this part is true. He then asked me if they were going to take him to jail-I thought for a second and said they may, we will just have to see. I told him I did not know what punishment they gave little boys who call 911 without an emergency.

He started to cry and I felt like the worst mother ever. I hugged him and said I would talk to them and tell them he promised never to call again without a real emergency. This seemed to comfort him, but I could still see the remorse and fear in his eyes. I cannot believe he did this!

This just goes to show that as parents, we have very little control over our children. I always thought I would have more influence, control or whatever you want to call it, but I am starting to realize that most of it is in my head. Nathan always says that even the best parent lost a third of His children.