Luisa and I are in the kitchen preparing dinner. Zeca is hanging on to my pant leg, begging for food. We hear beeping from the living room, the sounds of the buttons on the cordless phone. I enter the living room and find Miguel sitting on the couch with the phone in his hand. Me: Miguel, what are you doing?Miguel: I'm going to call 911.
Me: If you call 911 and the police come to the house and there is no emergency, you will get into a lot of trouble.
Miguel: When the police come to arrest you, do they already know which jail they are going to take you to?
Me: Honey, the police don't usually take kids to jail.
Miguel: So, they would probably just take me to juvy?
Who is this kid hanging out with?