This afternoon, I sent my 5 year old three houses down to drop off an item to the neighbors for me. I always worry a little when he runs errands of this distance, but I console myself with the knowledge that we live on a quiet street, I know everyone between here and there, and he's a smart little boy who knows to avoid cars and stay on the grass.
After he returned triumphantly from his long trek, I asked him how it went. He responded,
"It took them a long time to answer the door. I had to knock about 13 times. Between the 11th and 12th time, though, someone came to the door. I was gonna look in the window to see if any moms were home, but when I tried there were some papers in the way."
Knocking a dozen times and peering through windows, huh? I'm beginning to think maybe I should worry more for the neighbors' sake and not so much for my son's...