La Vida Loca!

We went out to dinner at Ruth's Chris on Friday night because it was Catie's birthday and she got to pick where she wanted to go. We had to make a stop at the Winter Park fire station first, though, because the handcuffs which Kevin bought the day before in St. Augustine had somehow broken and he couldn't get them off. I vaguely remember him doing this before when he was about 2. He was a little embarrassed to explain to the fire fighter that he needed some help getting the handcuffs off. He got them off in a matter of minutes, and we were on our way.