911 Emergency

Our church has a preschool. It is a great preschool. Recently our preschool was named in the Orlando Sentinel one of only 11 preschools in the county with a perfect score. I am not really sure what the perfect score entails but it really isn't important to this story. Some years ago, before the perfect score, we had an incident. Our church boasts what could possibly be the largest fenced-in church playground on the east coast, maybe in the world. When the children need to use the rest room, they may go in twos, if they are four years old, into the fellowship hall where the rest rooms are. It is adjacent to the playground and mostly visible to the teachers. On one particular day, two curious children wanted to expand their learning experience by seeing what would happen if they dialed 911 from the phone inside. They immediately hung up when the operator answered. I am sure they were satisfied knowing somebody answered the phone, but were sadly mistaken in thinking hanging up ended the ordeal.
Thanks to the response of Winter Springs Police and Fire rescue, within 5 minutes we had several emergency trucks and vehicles in our parking lot. Most of us were worried wondering what had happened and who needed the services of this many vehicles. We soon found out they were responding to a caller who was unable to complete the call, so they sent everyone. Nice.
It didn't take a detective to discover who had made the call. All order was quickly restored to the preschool and snacks were served to all. The next day the director asked me to speak to the children at chapel and let them know of the importance of false alarms to the Fire or Police. It was agreed on that because I was a man it could come across a bit more stern. I prepared my talk. I knew I had to address the issue. Check. I knew I had to be on their level. Check. I knew I had to be brief. Check. I was ready for anything.
As I began the discussion, I was proud of how smart these little guys could be. I just needed to drive home the point so they would understand. I told them if they call 911 and the fire and police men come here to the church, it could be a problem for their homes. "Who will get the bad guys at their homes if all the firemen and policemen are somewhere else?" I asked them. Without hesitation a small voice from the front row says "Jesus."
Well played, I thought, I had no response for that.