Memory Monday-Austin & His Civil War Paper

This is one of my favorite stories.....
When Austin was in 7th grade he detested studying. (That is not to say that he loves it now by any means!)
He had a paper due on the civil war. I had pulled up a website with the needed information and a word document and told him "You can do this!" and headed to the gym. About five minutes into my workout he called groaning, "Mom, I need help!"Now when Austin asks for help, he sounds as if he's dying. He always has a stuffed up nose-allergies-and he really pours it on in hopes that I or anyone for that matter will just feel sorry for him and do it for him. Although this would be in all actuality easier for all involved-we never do! I told him, "Austin, go find your Dad, he's there somewhere, let him help you!" Austin-rather than get off the office chair and look for his Dad (who was out in the back yard)-proceeded to call James on his cell phone except he miss dialed by one number.
Austin(in a very exaggerated, sad voice): I need help.
Nice Stranger Man: What?
Austin: I need help!
Nice Stranger: Who is this?
Austin: Austin!
Upon hearing the nice stranger ask his name Austin realized he had the wrong number and promptly hung up. He then walked outside to find his father and the two of them were sitting at the computer working on his paper when the doorbell rang.
The Murray City police were at our door.
Officer: We've had a call and need to confirm if there is a boy named Austin living here?
James: Yes.
Officer: Could we see him please?
James-who was pretty sure of the situation by this time as Austin had told him about the miss dialed call-yells to Austin "Austin, look who's here to help you with your civil war paper!"
Apparently the nice stranger thought Austin REALLY needed help and since he called from our home phone, nice stranger called 911 and told them there was a boy named Austin at this number in dire need of help!
Yes, we laughed and laughed. I think even the police officer laughed and we did call the nice stranger to let him know the true situation.
Austin was very hesitant to come talk to the police officer as he had recently been caught by yours truly egging the neighbors house.
This story is a memory in it's self. I caught Austin and his older friend Justin putting eggs in their pockets and sneaking out the back door. I asked what they were doing? Justin quickly told me they were making eggs at his house and had ran out of eggs. Being the Nancy Drew-ing mother that I am, I smelt something fishy or in this case eggy and I made them return the eggs to me and begin questioning them. The truth came out, apparently, according to Justin, some scary teenagers in masks driving in a car stopped and forced them to throw eggs at the neighbors house. All the while Austin is just nodding and contributing nothing but a look of complete agreement to the lies spewing from Justin's mouth. The boys had to clean off the house-which was actually vacant-the girls that lived there that they felt deserved the egging had moved out the weekend before. Austin and Justin were grounded from playing together for a week as well.
So, when the police officer showed up, Austin was pretty sure he was there to take him for his eggs-tracurricular activities!