There are some things in life I'll never understand. Like this, for instance.

I understand why a three-year old would play the "Crane" carnival game to try and get a stuffed Spongebob Squarepants toy.

I understand why he'd crawl into the machine through a small opening after failing to get the toy with the crane.

I understand why the boy's grandmother would be a nervous wreck when the arcade owner told her he couldn't find the key and had to call the local fire department.

I understand how the boy would find all of this very amusing, rolling around inside the machine and hugging all the stuffed animals.

I understand how relieved everyone would be when the firefighters passed the three-year old a screwdriver, and talked him through opening the interior latches on the machine to free himself.

What I don't understand is why, after having a 3-year old crawl into your machine, losing the key, calling the fire department, and watching as the firemen talk the 3-year old through freeing himself, why - after this entire, gut-wrenching ordeal - you would make the decision to send him home WITHOUT THE STUFFED SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS TOY!!!!

I mean, come on already, hasn't the kid been through enough?