Saturday afternoon, my son held up a toy his grandparents had sent—a pink collectible thing, a Laboo, about sixty bucks retail.
“Dad, look what Grandma and Grandpa sent me.”
I glanced up from my laptop. “That’s cool, bud.”
Ethan squeezed it, then stopped and held it closer. “Dad, why is there a red light inside?”
My fingers froze.
“What?”
He turned it around and pointed at the eye.
A tiny red LED was blinking in the hollow interior, and my stomach dropped.
I stood, walked over, and kept my voice level. “Let me see that for a second.”
He handed it over—good kid, the kind who still trusted his dad.
I examined it under the lamp and there it was: an infrared LED. Normally invisible, but the angle caught it.
“When did this arrive?”
“This morning.
There was a card.” He recited it from memory like it mattered.
“Happy early birthday, Ethan. Love, Grandma and Grandpa.”
His birthday was next week, not today.
“Okay,” I said carefully. “I need to borrow this.”
“Why?”
“Battery issue.”
“Okay.”
He went back to his Legos, unbothered and safe.
I walked to the garage, closed the door, stared at that blinking light, and didn’t smash it.
I didn’t shout. I just thought.
I grabbed my smallest screwdriver and worked the seam open, slow and careful.
Inside wasn’t stuffing.
It was a camera module—tiny lens, circuit board, microphone, rechargeable battery pack. My hands stayed steady.
My breathing didn’t.
I photographed everything, then Googled the model.
SC400 wireless spy camera.
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