Every so often, your kids gets a toy that is so fun he has to use it on you. All the time.
You reassure yourself that he’ll lose or break it soon enough and the suffering fun will end.
My son’s fun toy is his handcuffs. He got them in July. He has neither broken nor lost them. I’m getting worried.
Big Brother loves TV shows about police. He doesn’t get to watch the modern, in-your-face shows, but he is content with Adam 12. He would probably even watch CHiPs, if he ever discovered those reruns. Thankfully, he hasn’t.
These programs inspire him to break out the cuffs. Since his little brothers can easily slip their hands out of them, it is left to Daddy to always be a criminal. Daddy, it turns out, is quite a bad bank robber – bad in that he robs banks almost daily, and also bad in that he gets arrested every time. He is incorrigible and incompetent.
The last time we played cops and robbers, Big Brother deputized Buster to be on his police force. As he was fumbling to get the cuffs onto my compliant hands, he pointed out his new partner, “This is Officer Wawa.”
Officer Wawa didn’t have nice, store-bought hand cuffs, but he did have a stick, which doubled as a gun and a Billy Club. It may also have been a Taser, as I found him poking me with it rather sharply.
There was no sense in holding a trial for such a notorious felon as myself, so I was immediately transported to prison. “Here you are,” Big Brother announced as he fumbled to take the cuffs off. “This is Springfield Beginners’ Prison.”
I suspect it was in Springfield because The Simpsons had just been on. And it only made sense that I should start out in a beginners’ prison since, in spite of my many crimes, I had never been exposed to prison life before.
I kind of liked beginners’ prison. It was mostly a driveway with a basketball hoop. And since I had the foresight to bring a basketball, I did my time working on my jump shot. It was not an unpleasant experience.
Until the cop with the handcuffs came back.
He told me, on the sly, that I could escape when he wasn’t looking. I was happy where I was, so I didn’t try it. He got a little impatient and told me again, so I figured maybe that was the expected thing at beginners’ prison.
At the first opportunity, I just walked away. I got a few steps onto the lawn before he came after me. Officer Wawa, who had been sifting through a pile of pine needles, found his stick and followed. Before I knew it, I was in cuffs again. For good measure, I got clubbed, or tased; I’m not sure which.
That was enough for me. I made all the cops put down their sticks and go to bed early.
Beginners Prison sounds like kind of a nice break. Perhaps that was your error – looking like you were actually enjoying yourself. I am guessing if you had looked a little more miserable, Officer Wawa might have taken pity on you and given you a hug rather than clubbing you!
I don’t know. Officer Wawa’s actions seem pretty random. You never know when a hug will turn into a clubbing and vice versa.
So funny! LOL
Officer Wawa seems like the bad cop in this scenario. I mean with the stick/tazer/pointer thingy. I would be scared too. And send myself off to bed early.
Officer Wawa isn’t afraid to do the dirty work, but he’s not the one calling the shots.
Good cop. Bad cop. And Dad.
Once he discovered CHips, you will be saying no to every minibike he can find anywhere, you know. Hey, wait a minute. Do they still make minibikes? You know what I mean, though. Do not let Big Brother discover CHiPs, prisoner Dad, or the mind’s journey into two-wheeled motorized madness will begin for life. And worrying about skin loss on one of those will be far worse, I’d think, than jump-shot Beginner’s Prison and club/tazer. I was lucky. With my daughter, it was mostly tiny cups of imaginary tea.
And on top of all of that, we’d actually be watching CHiPs on our TV. Oh, the agony!
How do you advance to Intermediate prison?
I’ll let you know when I get there. It’s only a matter of time.