Mickey calls out to me in a hushed giggly voice, "Mommy, come here! I did something really sneaky and funny!"
"Really, what is it?" I ask-- truly hoping to not have to get out of my chair.
"You have to come see!" he insisted.
So I went out to the kitchen and there was Mickey with his hand over his mouth trying to stifle his giggles and his big brown eyes sparkling with mischievousness. He did not say a word, he just pointed down at the floor towards papa's feet.
My gaze followed his fingers and my eyes popped open very wide!!!!
There was my poor innocent dad, happily washing his vegetables... unbeknown to him, his tennis shoes had been HAND-CUFFED together by an ornery and stealthy little pirate!
"Dad," I said carefully and slowly, not to startle him, "um, don't move, your feet are shackled together."
And I snapped a picture.
I wish that was the end of the story.
Of course I commanded Mickey to take the handcuffs off, but apparently that did not happen.
And dad forgot that his feet were locked together.
Five minutes later, from my comfy easy chair, I hear "thump, thump bang.. aaaaughhh, grrr. mumble mumble.. I forgot about those handcuffs!!!!"
Dad was fine, Mickey was disciplined. And now I am trying stifle my giggles looking at the picture.