At about five this morning Jeremy bolts upright in bed and says, “Can you hear that?! It sounds like a little kid screaming!” So I turn my hearing from Rocket (you know how you can go into “parent hearing mode” and all you hear is the faintest breathing of your child) to the outside world and sure enough there is the sound of a little kid wailing outside.
Jeremy rushes over to peek out of the blinds and there is a kid, about one year old, standing out on the sidewalk in the cold in just his jammies. It is dark, cold, and he is completely alone. Jeremy quickly starts getting dressed and says, “I have to go out and get him!”
Just before Jeremy heads out the door, he takes another look to see if anyone has come to this child’s rescue and sees that its mother is kneeling down in front of him. He said it looked like she was reprimanding him. Which, you know, fine. I can understand how you could get so scared that you hit the point of being pissed. But it’s fucking cold. Could you maybe do this inside?
We think what happened was the kid was tall enough to open the door from the inside, but once he reached stepped off the threshold, he couldn’t reach the doorknob from the outside. Scary.
I am glad Jeremy heard him. I don’t even want to think about what could have happened, if no one had been there to find him.
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