It was a typical Thursday night. I was down stairs trying to get dinner cooked and get the kids out the door to go to scouts. Then I hear a blood curdling scream upstairs. I run up thinking one of my kids is dying. Nope, just Ethan handcuffed to his bed. I just stopped, stared at him and almost started laughing. Mainly laughing at how hard he was crying over something so silly. I told him to chill. I looked for the “toy keys” and then quickly realized Ethan hadn’t used play handcuffs, he found his dad’s real handcuffs from work. Different story.
The keys to these are on Darren’s gun belt. Where? At work with Darren in Chesapeake almost an hour away. So…… Ethan got to sit there and wait! And we didn’t make it to scouts!
The one thing I loved the most about this was his brother Ashton never once left his side. He stayed up there with Ethan. Ate his dinner up there with Ethan and supported him. (I have to admit it was kind of nice having him handcuffed up there!) ;)
Dad finally got home. Came to Ethan’s rescue!
Hopefully he learned his lesson! ???? We shall see.