Reminds me of when we found my brother, about 3, wearing my mom's shoes, a diaper and tee shirt, carrying her purse, toddling down the shoulder of a busy street. We were at my grandparents in Phoenix. My mom thought he was with my dad and grandpa and my dad thought he was with my mom and grandma at opposite ends of the house. The minute we discovered he was missing we fanned out and found him, not too far away but in a potentially life-ending situation, for sure.
I guess they all should have been locked up :-( I'm sure today that would be everyone's reaction. Every time something like this happens the first thing people do is rake the parents over the coals. I'm glad they weren't though. The scare was enough and I know they doublechecked him a lot after that. Still, he got in near-misses all his life - he was that kind of kid - snuck out windows, started the car in the driveway...all kinds of stuff. My parents were half-crazed trying to keep up with him. I will never believe they were bad parents.
Eve