Conference Sunday

So, during the last session of conference, one kid got silly putty stuck in the couch and in Ken's shirt, and BigD locked a pair of real handcuffs to his leg, we can't find the key. Sigh... I wonder if his teacher will notice.
I went next door to our neighbors house, her son is a police officer. I knocked on the door and explained, " Does your son have a handcuff key on his keyring?' She looked at me like I was crazy. Just then BigD came clanking across the lawn with the handcuff fastened to his ankle. She just looked at him and laughed. Her son did have a key and I got it off. I have since hidden the handcuffs. I sure hope the kids don't find them again.