Why I Have the Theme From Sanford & Son As My Ringtone
Took the day off from traveling to clients so I could clean off this mess of a desk of mine. My dad popped by around lunch time and we went out to grab a fast lunch at a diner (I’m in NJ, capitol of the diners)
We were talking about my son and a funny memory came to me. Or at least it’s funny to me now.
I went out for a pedicure one afternoon in February. I walk in the door and I see my little 4 year old prince running to the bathroom sink to fill a bowl up with water. (hmm..who needs a giant bowl of water in the family room?). My husband is upstairs….doing who-knows-what.
Take my flip flops off, put my bag down. I see my son running back to the bathroom to refill that same bowl back up again. He commands me to not come any further.
Uh………some thing’s not kosher here.
I follow him (as if I’d listen to his commands anyway?)……and see him dumping water in the corner of the room, right next to the sofa.
I follow closer. FLAMES!!!!!!!!!!! Yes…FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll spare you the details of how we put it out. Aftermath: the sofa bed was completely burned out underneath. The carpet on the floor was melted. The walls…charbroiled. My son was not hurt at all physically.
The little angel had found daddy’s fireplace lighter. If I could have fired daddy from babysitting duty, I would have.
Anyway….fast forward a few days to that weekend.
Just so you know…when your child is around the age of 4, they are taught all about dialing 911 in pre-school. (Don’t say I didn’t warn you)
This would explain why…..in a blizzard, just days after the burning sofa incident, a policeman rang my doorbell. There is about 13 inches of snow the ground. His SUV could not even make it up my steep driveway. My son came with me to the door.
The nice officer explains to me that someone in this house dialed 911 and hung up…..three times. My son hears this and runs upstairs, crying.
I explain to the officer about the 911 lesson in school. I apologize.
He then points to the charbroiled sofa bed sitting on the front porch. “Nice Sofa”. And all I could think of was the show Sanford & Son. (circa 1972). My house had officially become a junkyard, just like in the show. And I had become one of those messed up homes that cops laugh about.
And there you have it. The story of why the theme from Sanford & Son is my ringtone for anyone residing in this household. (If you hear it at your local A&P sometime…come over and say hello to me.)
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