I bought David, my five year old, toy handcuffs.
He went with me to take his his little brother Wade to the doctor. It was a long morning. David behaved really well, but started to get bored by the time we arrived at the drug store to pick up a prescription.
We had more stops to make, so when David asked for a pair of cheap, toy handcuffs I gave in. I figured they would keep him entertained while I finished up errands.
When we got out of the mini-van at the mall David asked if he could bring the handcuffs in. I said yes. How much damage could they do?
Inside the mall I pushed Wade in the stroller, and David walked along side it.
David was still behaving well. In fact he was staying unusually close to me. Normally I need to keep a tight reign on him in public.
I noticed that people passing by us were doing double-takes, and turning back around to look.
Then I saw something shiny catch the light on the side of the stroller.
David’s handcuffs. [Read more...]






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