Every time he has gotten out (count is up to five in the last 5 months) my heart is in my throat and I am close to tears. Even though we live in a small town we still have 5 registered sex offenders and live next to a slightly busy street. Busy for our town is a car going by about every ten minutes.
I wonder what our neighbors think of me when I catch him and deliver a few good swats to his behind in full view of everyone telling him " We do not go out without mommy!"? Because honestly he knows he is not supposed to be out there. He understands when I say that's a no no. He just doesn't want to obey me. He wants to do his own thing.
Although I agree that there are trashy parents (I've come across many who are carbon copies to what Patrice talks about) I just hope I'm not being classed with them in my neighborhood. He didn't get the name Viking Boy for nothing!