What are the odds?

I was in the backyard talking to a neighbor Friday morning when my cell phone rang at 11:30 a.m. Glancing at the caller ID I recognized Carol Cox’s name. She’s our morning babysitter and she was inside upstairs with the boys. I wondered why she’d be calling me. Carol is more capable than I am of addressing any baby issues. I answered the phone, but there was only silence on the other end. It was noisy outside, so I began walking towards the house repeating “Hello, hello, hello.” This concerned me. Why couldn’t she speak? Was she ok? Had something happened to her? I cut the connection and continued towards the house with increasing urgency. Then my phone rang again, and again the caller ID said Carol Cox and again no one replied to my greeting. Reaching the back door, I raced up the stairs and into the play room to find…..Benji on Carol’s phone. He lifted her phone from her purse, and then somehow our little genius punched just the right buttons to call me. Sandy calculated he would have to push at least four buttons in the correct order to call me from her phone’s address book. Only two pushes were required for the redial. The odds that he could randomly do this are phenomenal. But, I would never bet against this determined little boy.