Let me just say, I fully sympathize with these parents. Not only have I left 3-year-olds in bakeries and in elevators; but I also remember a particularly unfortunate incident from a number of years ago. I had taken the children to the neighborhood pool and, as a treat, Larry showed up an hour later and joined us. A lovely time was had by all. Then we headed home, in 2 vans. I got home first and was changing out of my wet swimsuit as Larry walked in with the kids. The phone rang. I picked it up.
"Mommy?" said a voice into my ear.
"Excuse me, who's calling please?" I asked, confused because I knew that anyone who should be calling me Mommy had just come through our front door with my husband.
"Mommy! It's Anna!"
Refusing to accept the obvious, I yelled downstairs to Larry, "Larry! Where's Anna?"
Said Larry, "I thought you had her!"
It's a good thing we can't afford plane travel...