Miller is always surprising me with his mischief. Our good friend Sam, who works for the Border Patrol, came to visit over Christmas break and gave Bret a pair of handcuffs (I don't even want to know why). So one morning, Miller wandered out to the kitchen asking what they were. I explain that policemen use them to keep the bad guys under control when they do something bad. I also told him not to put it on his wrist and close them because I wouldn't be able to get them off. I suppose I should have included ankles in my explanation.
So I hear the handcuffs snap into place just a second too late. Well, no problem. I will just open them with the key. Oh, wait. Sam never gave us a key. Thank you very much, Sam! I called Bret in a panic and made him come home from work. We tried everything we could think of. I was not happy that I was about to make a trip to the TF Police Department to have handcuffs removed from my sons ankle! I was sure they would call CPS on me.
Well, we stopped by Grandpa Lee's to see if just maybe he had some keys that would work, and we got lucky! Grandpa saved the day and is now the proud owner of a new pair of handcuffs. We will no longer be accepting gifts from you, Sam!
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