Ever hear the advertisement for OnStar? You know, the one with the little guy that calls in for his Mom who's had a seizure? Well that got me thinking the other day as I was eating lunch with Jacob and coughing up a lung after having some vinaigrette salad dressing sail down the wrong pipe.
Jake: "Mom, you okay?"
Me: "Yeah," (insert cough cough), "I'm okay," (insert more cough cough)... "Jake, what would you do if I really wasn't okay?"
Jake: "I'd sing to you and rub your back mom."
Me: "Hmmm... you think you might call someone?"
Jake: "Oh, yeah, uhhhhh, yeah, ummmm, yeah, I'd uhhhhh, I'd call the police."
Me: "Fantastic Jake! You're right! Now do you know what their phone number is?"
Jake: "Ummmm, well, uhhhhh... no."
Me: "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..."
Jake: "Oh yeah, nine-one-one."
Me: "Awesome. You're amazing! That's right nine-one-one!"
Well, at least I know I'd get a nice back rub while being serenaded by sweet Jake if I was ever in need of medical attention. Makes me feel so safe and secure.
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