I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  We were blessed to have Jose’s mom & brother fly to Kentucky for a few days over the holiday! The kids were SO excited to spend time with them and were so sad when they left.

I’ve been sick the last few weeks (almost the entire time we’ve been out).  It started with bronchitis that warped into some sort of flu-like/viral infection. It was pretty miserable but I think I’m finally on the other side of it!

I have to share with you our latest escapade with the police! As you may remember from previous blogs – one way or another – when the Castillos are in town – we are reeking havoc!

It was around 9pm Sunday and Jose & I were pulling into the driveway. As we began to unload the groceries a police car pulled up in front of our house. We didn’t think much of it until the policeman walked across our porch.

He asked me if we had small children in the house. We of course told him we did.

Policeman: For the last 30 minutes there have been calls made from this house to 911 cursing at the operator.

Jose and I looked at each other in shock. Seriously? We invited him in our house and yelled for the kids. The girls were upstairs and said that they hadn’t been on the phone all night. Gabriel was watching TV with my parents.

My dad questioned the officer again if he was sure the phone calls were coming from THIS house? He had his little walkie-talkie and called dispatch right in our living room. He said yes and that 911 calls are recorded.  We asked him if he would please listen to the recording.

We soon found out what happened!!!

Asher & Levi were the ones who called 911. We live in Haiti so I honestly don’t know how they even know that number. They must have learned it on a cartoon.

When the operator answered the phone and heard it was “little kids” she asked – Who am I speaking with? Who is this?

It was at that moment that she became offended and thought she was being cursed at.

Well my boys are just 3 years old. They live in 2 cultures with 2 languages.  They don’t always enunciate when they speak!

When the operator asked who she was talking to  – my son tried to answer back nice and loudly – ASHER.  (But with his pronunciation it sounds a lot like a** hole.).

She must have asked his name a dozen times and he proudly & excitedly kept repeating – Asher! 

Luckily everyone involved had a great sense of humor about it all and no one was arrested! 🙂