Okay. I admit it. I'VE got them. I took them and I hid them in my garage. They're on the bottom shelf of the workbench inside an old ammo can which is sitting on top of some pieces of scrap lumber left over from when the boy and I made some birdhouses last fall.
Do you folks want them back? I will return them if you promise not to press charges. I'll meet you in the WalMart parking lot in town. I'll be the one in the bright orange shirt... and hat... and pants... and car...
Well, you better give them back.
Each day of truancy just adds more to their punishment.
The Sun is a harsh master.