Volunteer jailbird

When the kids were finishing up the school year and starting summer break, I let them pick a little toy out of the cheap bins. At first Ella picked out a pair of light-up grillz for her teeth, which cracked me up. But after she tore open the package in the parking lot, we quickly discovered the disco light mouthpiece didn't work. Rats. So we walked back into the store and into the return line, then back to the soon-to-be-broken-complete-waste-of-money toy aisle so she could pick something else out. Of course she didn't pick something normal this time either, she wanted handcuffs. Later that night after bath I discovered her eating her bed time snacks handcuffed to the banister like a prisoner. She said she wanted to know what it felt like to be in jail. Here's to hoping she never finds out.