Can you put bail money in escrow?

Like a lot of parents, every year since my children could hold a pen, I’ve asked them to write a letter with their wants and needs to “Santa” or now to me, and this year was no different.  It took them well over a week but I finally got a response.

The boy who lives at my house sent me an email.  It contained the usual electronics that he “must” have in order to survive another day.  He always tries to convince me that I don’t need to wrap anything to put under the tree.  I can just save my time and efforts and give him the stuff the second I have it.  How sweet is he to help me with my time management?

The girl who lives at my house word processed her list, printed it out, and handed it to me.  Each item is listed out along with a website and/or store.  Apparently, she’s not taking any chances with me getting the wrong thing.

Except for item #3.  Item #3 has no website or store next to it.  Item #3 says LOCK PICKING SET.  That’s what it says.  I swear to all the god’s.

I text her father because if anyone is to blame for #3, it’s him.  I’m smart enough to never mention my lock picking days to any child I gave birth to – Ed, not so much.  His response to my informing him of the requested B&E tools was, “I’ll take care of it.  I have a locksmith friend.”

Really?!

The proper response is, “I’ll take care of it and let her know this isn’t the 80s and you can’t pick locks anymore.”

I guess I know how I’ll be spending my Sundays in the future . . .