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Yet another story on The Weather Channel just now about someone getting out of their car, going about their damn business, and FORGETTING they left a child in the car.
I understand the mechanism of getting your brain stuck in a narrow track where certain details are omitted. I almost left for the store the other day without bringing the item with me that I needed to return. Yeah. It happens. Change your routine and actions that were normally performed almost unconsciously, on auto pilot, become disrupted. You rearrange your living room and now the TV remote isn't where you reach for it. I get it.
BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, how in the hell do you forget your child is with you? What exactly is the magnitude of distraction that that insignificant little tidbit of data slips out of awareness? I know stress is a bitch. I had some pretty damn stressful periods in my life when my daughter was little, too. But, somehow or other, the strain never caused me to develop amnesia around the fact that a couple years earlier I'd given birth.
Lucky for us all, there are some handy dandy helpful hints for ways to avoid a tragic outcome. The one I just love to pieces is the suggestion that, after strapping your living, breathing offspring into their rear car seat, that you also place your CELL PHONE in the back seat. This way, when you get where you're going and are ready to abandon your four-wheeled tin box in the sweltering sun, you'll remember to remove your child because you'll get into the back to retrieve your cell phone. You know. Your fucking cell phone: the truly irreplaceable precious [Mark May] in your life.
Well, that explains a lot.My parents left me at the local little league park when I was a baby. My parents were good parents.
Well, that explains a lot.
He didn't mention it was during a snow storm either....
Apparently there were no takers, since he was still there when his parents came back...Or adequately explain the note pinned to his little blanket: Free to Good Home.