The officer showed up and told me the boy's name (Let's call him Marty to protect his innocence) and that a call had already been placed looking for him. He had snuck away from daycare. The person that came to pick him up was the daughter of the daycare owner. In my opinion she did not understand the severity of what could have happened. She was almost non-chalant about it. When the officer asked her how old he was she said "Oh I don't know. 5? He's not mine. I was helping my mom at daycare." Considering I was choking back tears I guess I expected more emotion. I'm sure it will hit her later.
As a mom of two little kids I understand what can happen in the short moments you aren't looking. I get that. Trust me- not a day goes by where one of them isn't getting into something they shouldn't. And Bennet goes to a wonderful inhome care provider. (Amy- you're the BEST!) But when you have a special needs child you need to be all the more vigilant. What would have happened had his parents come to pick him up tonight to hear "We can't find him" or worse. That little boy is lucky he wasn't hurt or killed.
I passed Marty off to the woman and the officer. As time went away I got to thinking. I hope his parent's find out what happened today. Yes- I am one of those people who calls the police department to make sure that happens. I know mistakes happen but as a parent I'd want to know about it. I called the Police Department after lunch since I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to make sure his parents were aware of what happened to their son. The Lieutenant on duty assured me that the parents are always notified in cases like this. Here is the path that Marty may have taken today.