Not what you think! He got these fake handcuffs from an arcade and decided to push one of them so tight that the little latch would not release it. I tried everything. Q wouldn't let me touch him much because it was cutting into his hand. It is new years and I sure as heck did not feel like going to ER or urgent care over this. I feel like I have been there more than in his whole life these past months. I went to the fire station, a big beautiful one and no way to get their attention from the outside doors.... no one heard our knocks so I went to the police station. Called on the lobby phone and she laughed... send an officer down and he finally was able to break them apart and they came off. He has these deep ruts in his wrist. It was a tad embarrassing, especially when he wrote our names in his notebook, I asked if he really had to write a report on it and he said no just log it. We suddenly are in winter weather and there is such strong wind that while walking around the massive fire station I actually almost got blown over! Not a fun day to be outside. My ears feel frostbitten. I'd like to think Q learned a lesson...who knows.