So this happened Monday.
My cousin Julie and I had been out decorating family graves. We stopped by Wendy's for a salad and
parked in their parking lot. As we got out, I noticed a baby, in a van, back door open, windows opened,
unattended. The baby looked to be about six-months old. The weather was perfect, cool. So, no
babies left in a too-hot car.
I thought I needed to check. There wasn't an adult in sight. What there was . . . was an eight-year-old little boy, hiding in the back seat. (Third row) He was frightened, so I told him that I was going to
stand there, that I wasn't coming closer, and that I was going to watch out for him and make sure both
kids were safe. His response: Yes!
My fears for them? Kidnapping, a runaway, an accident, something happening to the baby. The parents? They were inside Wendy's, having lunch with the third child, a little girl. I'm still shaking my head over that one. They bought food for the other two.
Wendy's? A baby?
So, just how much is wrong with this scenario?
Andrew Vox, an attorney and a mystery writer, said, "There are two kinds of bad parents. Parents who are malicious and intentional. Those belong in jail." And the others? "Parents who do not know better. They belong in parenting classes." As they came out of Wendy's, they appear to be the latter. But who knows for sure? Certainly, they were young and didn't have much money.
I did't say anything to them, and there's my issue. I'm thinking I really missed an opportunity, but
I was also afraid of a conflict with people I didn't know. I'm 64, white-haired. My brother and his family suggested that I should have called the cops. I didn't. But I still have that a nagging sensation. . .
What should I have done?