A child dials 911 seeking assistance from police officer.

Generally, we tell our kids to call 911 if they ever need help. But one child took the lesson to a completely new level!

The child was experiencing problems with his homework, so he made the decision to call for help. Since 911 was the only number he knew, he took up the phone and dialed it. Is it true that the people listed on this number are ones that need help? Indeed. I think he was right someplace, too.

The operator who was answering began asking the standard questions. Following a lengthy period of miscommunication, the operator discovered that the child truly had difficulty with math problems.

The entire phone call they had is available below. We were really amused by this and laughed a lot. The YouTube video is also available at the conclusion of the article.

Operator: emergency 911

Boy: I do require assistance.

Operator: What’s wrong?

Boy: Using my arithmetic.

Operator: Using your lips?

Boy: Not using my math. I must complete it. Are you going to assist me?

Operator: Alright. What city do you reside in?

Boy: I can’t do the math.

Operator: You’re right, I understand. But where do you live?

Boy: No, I’d rather have a phone conversation with you.

Operator: I’m not able to do it. I can dispatch another person to assist you.

Boy: Alright.

Operator: What type of math problems are you having trouble with?

Boy: These are my takeaways.

Operator: You must complete the takeaways, I see.

Boy: Certainly

Operator: Okay, so what’s the issue?

Boy: I need your assistance with my math.

Operator: Alright, explain the arithmetic to me.

Boy: Alright. What is 8 minus 16?

Operator: You inform me. How much do you estimate it to be?

Boy: I have no idea, 1.

Operator: Not at all. What is your age?

Boy: I’m just four years old.

Operator: Four!

Boy: Certainly.

Operator: What’s the next issue? That was a difficult one.

Boy: Well, this one’s here. Five things to take away.

Operator: Five minus five, what do you think that is worth?

Boy: five

Female: Johnny What are you doing, exactly?

Boy: I’m getting help with my math from the policeman.

Woman: Did I mention that I was going to call you?

Operator: The mother is here.

Boy: You told me to call someone if I needed assistance.

Woman: The police aren’t who I meant!

My Stepmother Secretly Gave Me a Towel – My Dad’s Reaction When He Saw It in My Bathroom Flabbergasted Me

My stepmother and I never got along for some reason. But when she gave me an unexpected gift, I thought our relationship was changing. Then I discovered the truth about the present and had to confront her! Little did I know that the innocent gift would lead to a new life!

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My tale is about learning to understand each other, even if it’s someone you don’t quite click with. But before we get to that lesson, buckle up as I give you all the juicy details of how I got here.

My stepmother, Judy, and I had always had a rocky relationship. We were too different and never really saw eye to eye. Our connection never felt genuine, so we were never close. Despite our differences, I couldn’t deny that she made my father, Steve, happy after my mother’s passing.

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His contentment was something I valued deeply. Here’s where my story starts getting interesting. One afternoon, while I was visiting my dad and stepmom, the latter did something unexpected. While Judy and I were alone in the house, she surprised me by handing me a towel.

It was a simple gesture, but it caught me off guard. The towel was soft, with delicate embroidery of daisies, which I had always loved. I accepted it politely, hoping it was a step toward bridging the gap between us.

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“Thanks, Judy,” I said, trying to sound sincere. “It’s really nice.” My stepmother smiled awkwardly. “I thought you might like it. Just a little something.” I nodded and placed the towel in my bathroom later that day, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

I wanted to believe Judy was making an effort to connect with me, but a part of me remained skeptical. Yet, I brushed the feeling off, wanting to build a healthier and happier relationship with the woman my father loved.

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A week later, my father came over to my place to fix a leaky faucet. He had always been the go-to handyman in my life, and I appreciated his willingness to help. As he walked into the bathroom, he spotted the towel hanging there.

His expression instantly shifted from neutral to one of intense disgust! Without saying a word, he grabbed the towel, marched to the kitchen, and threw it into the trash can with force!

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“Dad, what’s going on? Why did you do that?” I asked, completely taken aback and confused by his reaction. “Sweetheart, I hope you haven’t used that towel yet because it…” He paused struggling to find the right words.

“Because it belonged to our old dog!” he finally blurted out, his voice a mix of anger and revulsion. I stared at him, trying to process what he had said. “Wait, what? OUR old dog? You mean Buster, the one that passed away years ago?” I asked, feeling a wave of confusion and a bit of disgust.

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“Yes,” my father confirmed, looking at me with concern and seriousness. “But Judy gave it to me as a gift!?” I exclaimed in confusion. “Judy must have found it while cleaning out the attic,” he speculated.

“I guess she didn’t realize what it was, but it’s not something you want to be using.” A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt a surge of nausea. The thought of using a towel that had been used on our old dog was REVOLTING!

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Now it made sense why I was uneasy and a bit skeptical about the sudden gift. Later that day, I decided to confront Judy about the towel. I needed to understand her reasoning. “Judy, why did you give me that towel?” I asked, my voice steady but curious.

She sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. “When I found that towel in the attic, it looked almost new,” she started explaining. “I thought it would be a nice gesture to give it to you, to save money and maybe try to bond with you.”

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She continued, “I didn’t tell your father because I didn’t want him to think I was being cheap again.” I nodded, recalling how my dad often complained about her thriftiness. It was a habit she developed from growing up in poverty.

“You know how he ALWAYS gets upset about my frugality.” It was true, I’d seen how my stepmother rarely bought anything new. This was a woman who’d wear her clothes until they were threadbare before she could even THINK about buying something new!

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“I had no idea it was Buster’s,” she continued, her voice tinged with genuine regret. “It looked like it had only been used a few times, so I thought it would be fine.” Looking at the floor she said, “I’m REALLY sorry for the mistake.”

I could see the sincerity in her eyes, but I still felt a mix of emotions. The truth was I was still disturbed by the idea of using a dog towel. But, I also understood her intentions and the challenges she faced due to her upbringing.

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“It’s fine,” I said, brushing her arm, trying to reassure her. “I appreciate that you were trying to connect with me. Maybe next time, we should find a DIFFERENT way to bond?” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

She smiled, relieved by my positive response. “Yes, of course! I promise to be more careful in the future.” Leaving my dad’s home, I felt a deeper understanding of my stepmom and her past.

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The incident, though awkward and unsettling, brought a new layer of connection between us. It catalyzed healing, and our relationship began to improve after that. We started spending time together, finding common ground in activities we both enjoyed.

One evening, Judy invited me over for dinner. She had cooked all my favorite dishes: chicken Alfredo, garlic bread, and even a homemade chocolate cake. “Wow, Judy, this looks AMAZING,” I said, touched by the effort she had put into the meal.

Homemade garlic bread | Source: Pixabay

It was obvious that she’d spoken to my dad, wanting to know what my favorite food was. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” she replied with a shy smile. “After the towel incident, I realized we never spent much time together.”

As we sat down to eat, we started talking about our lives. My stepmother shared stories from her childhood. She explained how her mother had instilled in her the value of frugality. Judy told me about her dreams and the obstacles she faced in her upbringing.

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“I know your father judges my behavior,” she said. “But it’s hard to shake off those habits. They were INGRAINED in me from a young age.” I nodded, understanding her perspective better. “I get it, Judy. We all have things from our past that shape who we are. It’s not always easy to change.”

Our conversation flowed naturally, and for the first time, I felt like I was getting to know Judy. She wasn’t just my stepmother; she was a person with her own history and challenges. After that dinner, Judy and I started spending even more time together.

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We went shopping, cooked meals, and even took a few day trips to explore nearby towns! Each time we hung out, I learned something new about her, and our relationship slowly began to shift.

My father was THRILLED, to say the least! One sunny Saturday, we decided to tackle a DIY project together. My dad had mentioned wanting to build a small garden in the backyard. Judy thought it would be a great way for us to bond further.

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As we worked on the garden, planting flowers and setting up a small fountain, we chatted about EVERYTHING. We tackled favorite movies to life goals. I discovered that my stepmother had ALWAYS dreamed of traveling! But had never had the opportunity.

“Maybe we can plan a trip together,” I suggested, wiping sweat from my forehead. “I’d love to see the Grand Canyon or even go to Europe someday!” Judy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds AMAZING, Sarah. I’d LOVE that.”

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The more time we spent together, the more I realized how much we were alike! Perhaps that’s why we clashed so much in the past. We both loved nature, cooking, and exploring new places. It was like discovering a new friend in someone I had known for years!

One evening, as we all sat down for dinner, my father looked at Judy and me with a content smile. “I’m glad to see you two getting along so well,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “It’s something I’ve always hoped for.”

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Judy and I exchanged a knowing glance. We both knew that our relationship had come a long way since the towel incident. “I’m glad we finally understand each other and gave one another a chance,” I shared, holding my stepmom’s hand.