When Son2 was little he had the annoying (and frustrating, and SCARY) habit of wandering away from us when we were in public. To the point where both Husband and I would hold onto his wrist with a death grip.
We initiated this practice the MINUTE after he dashed out of the limousine and into the crowd to see the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza……giving his mother a heart attack!
We would try and give him a little freedom where we thought it would be safe.
One such place/occasion was when we went to Barnes & Noble bookstore. How much trouble could he get into in a bookstore I reasoned? I would deposit him in the kids section and tell him I would be in arts and crafts if he needed me. A short time later I went to look for him but he wasn’t in the kids section anymore.
Being used to his meandering I wasn’t worried. I started to look for him. I looked in the café, no Son2….I looked in the magazine section…..no Son2…..this particular store had a magic section so I looked there….nope….no kid……
I went back to the arts and crafts section thinking he went there to find me and that’s when I heard over the loudspeaker: “Will Son2’s mother please come to the information desk. He says you’re lost.”
I had to laugh because of course HE wasn’t lost, I was!
When I got to him he was upset and mad at ME for not being where I said I would be!
I think he finally got the point though because after that he didn’t seem to wander quite so far or so often……