Another heartwarming tale of love, life, sacrifice, and rebirth:

Who can blame someone for losing track of some things when a baby is on the way?

Police, that’s who.

They say a 23-year-old man found out his wife was going into labor at their Roeland Park apartment complex Thursday night and called 911.

‘Help!’ the man shouted into the phone, not mentioning the labor. When the dispatcher asked whether the man needed an ambulance, he said, ‘Yes,’ and hung up.

Police were the first at the apartment on Skyline Drive about 9:40 p.m. The front door was open a few inches, said Johnson County Sheriff’s Lt. Mike Raunig, so they rushed inside and ran from room to room, looking for someone to help.

Finding the place empty, the officers started walking out — until, they say, they saw a brick of pressed powder on the kitchen table, sitting next to scales.

Sheriff’s deputies showed up and confirmed the obvious, Raunig said: The brick was about a pound of cocaine, worth $10,000 to $12,000. Investigators said they found a little more in the kitchen, along with about $3,500.

‘Whoever was the last person out the door failed to shut it all the way,’ Raunig said.

[…] About 2 a.m. Friday, the proud father and his relatives pulled up to his home.

He didn’t have time to share a cigar with anyone, though. Deputies booked him into the county jail, where he remained Friday evening awaiting charges.

Mother and baby remained in the hospital Friday. Police planned to speak with her but had not done so yet.

Instructive tale — just like that one Aesop fable about the the bird, the worm, the Colombian drug cartel, and the locksmith.

Or was that Mother Goose?

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