Home alone

I’m glad to see that Mr. B., who is nine, has passed the age when it is against Texas law to leave him home alone, while I run a brief errand or two. Or leave him in the car while I go into a store, so long as the outside temp is not in triple digits. He dislikes shopping as much as most males of any age and sometimes puts up a fuss if he is expected to go along.

Mrs. Charm looked aghast when I told her, but she’ll come around. He already plays on his scooter on the sidewalk out front without us worrying. It’s even part of a trend, this independence. Not quite what it was when I was a child and would get scolded for staying inside too long. Some kids Mr. B.’s age even walk to school (which is only half a dozen blocks away), but he’s not quite ready for that. I was eleven before we lived close enough to school for me to do it.

Via Instapundit.

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