I think I'm not paying enough attention to what I tell my mother about my friends

[abka]

A few weeks ago I told my mother that I needed a little case to keep my zils (finger cymbals). I thought I was adding it to my Christmas list and was hoping that she would knit me something pretty, but our wires got crossed and she thought I meant "I need this, do you have anything around?". So she sent me a bunch of random little zippered bags she's collected over the years (many scream "free gift with cosmetics purchase"), mostly in ugly paisley prints, but all perfectly useful. I found one for my zils. Problem solved.

This weekend she said she found another one for me, in case I didn't like the other 8 she had sent in the mail. This one was fine too, but when I unzipped it I found a pair of handcuffs.

A: "What are these?"
Mom: "Oh, I thought you might need them for something"
A: ??? "Why do you have them?"
Mom: "From an old costume or something I just found them."
A: "okay. I guess. Do they come with a key?"
Mom: "They don't need a key" [they're costume, so there's a latch on the side]
A: "great, uh, thanks"

So I guess my mother thinks I have a need for handcuffs. Interesting.