Alligators in a Nutshell
As an MP, I had a couple of extra handcuffs around the house, specifically for my job. I had replaced my military issue cuffs, (the chained type) with a pair of hinged cuffs. There was a reason for this. I had heard of suspects who were taken into custody, cuffed with the chain-type, who had broken them and attacked the arresting officers. I figured, being a mouthy broad when riled, I would say something to REALLY tick off the suspect, he would break the cuffs, and then I would have to shoot him. That would mean paperwork, in triplicate, and me paying for the bullet. Better to get the hinged cuffs, and avoid the aggrevation. I also had two complete sets of keys. Each one had a copy of my RV key,(I had a conversion van at the time,), my Honda key, house, cuff and work keys. The whole idea was for me to keep one at home with my son, and keep the other with me. It was a good idea... In theory.
One night, when I was on duty as desk Sgt, I got an unusual phone call. My significant other at the time, Steve, was watching my son while I was on duty. He called me and asked if I knew where my other set of keys were. He wouldn't be real specific as to why he needed them, only saying that he had a small problem he needed the keys for.
I checked my backpack where I kept my manuals, lunch, and other assorted important stuff, and sure enough, there were BOTH sets of keys. DUH ! I called Steve back, and told him I had the other set, and asked why did he need them?
He told me.
Apparantly, my goofy 6 year old had found my extra cuffs in my dresser, and put them on. Himself. Tight. And Steve couldn't get them off.
I told my squad leader, and he laughingly let me go home to "unlock" my son. I took the MP vehicle, went home, and walked into my living room.
Talk about a Kodak moment.
My little boy was sitting there, with both hands out in front of him, cuffed. I tried to be stern when I told him not to do it ever again, but the visual was too humorous.
I giggled all the way back to the squad room.