First Time To Call 9-1-1

My twins have turned into "monkeys"! Last week they re-discovered they could climb the crepe myrtle trees in the front yard. I have to admit it is cute and a great way to exert some energy after a long day at school.

I'm minding my business weeding the garden and watching the kids play. All of the sudden Nicky screams, "My leg is stuck!". I calmly go over to him to access the situation. It was evident his leg was not moving.

What is a mom to do with the other twin playing in the ditch and the little sister crying because she is worried about her brother being stuck?

• Do I pour soap all over the leg and limb and slip it out? Nope, he has a sock on.
• Can I go to a neighbor's house for help? No, everyone is gone. Seriously, am I going to leave Nicky hanging in a tree alone?
• Call daddy for him to come home to help?
• Call 911 for help?

Yep! I made the call to 911 with the ridiculous call about my five year old's foot stuck in a crepe myrtle. The operator asked if I wanted an ambulance or a fire truck. I'm thinking we may need an ambulance, however it will only be the experience of a fireman to remove Nicky from the tree.

Less than five minutes later, I hear the siren a few miles away and turning down our street. Three men hop out of the big yellow-green firetruck. How many firemen does it take to remove a five year old from a crepe myrtle? Less than two minutes later, he was free!! God bless fireman!

Poor Nicky. He was so upset crying and scared while he was stuck in the tree. He even told the fireman "thank you" once he was walking on solid ground.

No less than an hour later, Jackson decides he wants to climb in the same tree!! You'd think one of the other two would learn a lesson by this episode, right? Nah...

Thank you St. George Fire Department on Antioch Road!!!