Slush Puppies and Slurpees are calling the White House at 3:00 a.m. Who will pick up the phone?
I’d say this family has their hands full with this little girl!
Philly, wearing purple, public transportation, 3am...
I bet I can give a spot on description of the girl.
We tend to underestimate what pre-schoolers are capable of.
She had probably saved and counted her own money for a while, keeping her plans a secret. I’m glad she met up with a nice bus driver who did the right thing. At least she had dressed for the weather. Meanwhile, send the dad to Home Depot to buy a door latch assembly asap. Place it all the way to the top of the door jamb. Move any lightweight chairs or weigh them down.
Story does not say if the girl got her Slushy, and what flavor. Better have one ready in the Waiting Room.
This is something my little brother would do. When he was 3 or 4 he would get up, and go outside and do some exploring. The police would sometimes find he wandering and brought him home.
Different time, different place. He grew out of it and as far as I know his wandering had no lasting effect on him.
There are occasionally stories about young kids who got out during the night and freeze to death. I used to think the parents were completely incompetent.
Then we had our 4th child. We eventually put hook latches at the top of all exterior doors just to keep her in at night. I figured the risk of fire was much less than the risk of her getting out in the winter and freezing to death or drowning in the summer.
She was something else. At 11 months she could climb out of her crib. At 12 months she could climb up to get things off the top of the refrigerator. There wasn’t a buckle or strap that could keep her in a cart or high chair. I spent most of her 2nd -4th years looking for her in a panic.
Some kids are just like that.
My brother and our family dog at the time ran away together to go to my grandparents’ house when he was just 17 months old. They lived across some highways and they actually made it pretty far before the cops picked them up.
Sometimes, you just gotta have that Slushee.
What a 5 second roller coaster of emotions for whoever answered the phone call from the hospital.
Key words: “I want”
At 4 or 5, I thought nothing of slipping out alone when no one was watching and going into the barn and curling up in the hay bales to listen to the birds nesting in the rafters, or wandering around by a creek looking for arrowheads and interesting rocks. It didn’t take long for my mom to know what places to look for me. My bro was doing the same thing at the same age, too.
One of my aunts said we were like the elephant child in Kipling’s story-we had insatiable curiosity-but that was in the mid-50’s, and in the middle of nowhere-not a big dangerous city...
Four year old kids shouldn’t be having slushies. IMO.
HOLD MUH SLUSHIE!