Ok, so the title says exactly what happened. I was in the kitchen doing dishes, and all of a sudden I see three city policemen pull into my driveway and rush to my front door. I'm running around like a mad woman, trying to find clothes, because I had been in my bathing suit all day. I answer the door and the police are frantic and asking if everything is ok. I'm very confused and say, "yes...everything is fine." They proceed to tell me that they received a 911 call with high screeches/screams in the background. Before they can even finish their sentence, I am off to find Valerie and sure enough, I find her in her bedroom....sucking on my cell phone (and doing her screeches into it too). When I pull it away from her, I hear the operator on the other end from 911 asking what the emergency is and if we're all ok. I've never been so embarrassed. Because then I walked out to the front door and the policemen decided they wanted to rip my ass for letting her play with my phone and call 911. I'm 24 years old, I think I know how to parent my child. Grrrrr! Anyway, that was my evening yesterday, haha!