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|Wed, 03-31-2010 - 7:05pm|
I had an errand to run this afternoon, so I load up the car with the two daycare kiddos and my two (to help me out) and head out. Standing on the corner of my street (I'm right here on the corner) is a little girl who looks about 6yo. I figure she's headed towards someone on my street's house (I live on a cul-de-sac) because there are lots of little girls that age down here. I turn and head out, only to look in my rear view mirror a little ways down and she's still there, looking terrified. So I come back, turn my beast off (diesel, it's loud! lol) and ask her, "Are you lost?" She starts bawling! OMG! So I ask her where she lives. She says, "My house." Oh, jeeze! I ask if she knows her phone number. She does, but she's really hard to understand so the first number I dial is no good. The second worked, but I got the machine, which btw listed about a dozen names living there! So I ask her where she's going (she has a bag in her hand and a towel). She says the pool. Okay, but that's like a mile away! So I tell her, "Honey, you should NEVER get in a car with someone you don't know, but get in and we'll see if we can find your house." She hops right in. We drove around for about 15 minutes and she can't find it. She thought one house a few streets over was it. I knocked on the door and talked to the mom, but she wasn't hers. I stopped a woman on a bike with five kids with her and asked if she was missing a child or if she knew her. Nope. So I figure, okay, I'll take her to the pool, maybe they know her. We walked in and her sister happened to be on the treadmill in the next room (thank goodness for windows between the rooms!). She's just a kid herself! I flag her down and she comes out. I ask if this is her sister, she says yes, I ask if her parents are there, she says yes. I ask where??? She says the pool. I said, "Go get one of them." Off she goes, totally nonchalant. She comes back a few minutes later and says, "My dad's coming. He's getting everyone out of the pool." I chat with big sister, who's a whopping 11yo, for a few. Turns out this "little" girl is 10!!! and they along with four more siblings are adopted, and there are four other kids (bio) in the family. TEN children! Wow. Dad finally comes out about 10 minutes later and asks little girl how she got there. I introduced myself and said I found her on the corner of my street. He asked where that was and said where they lived. They're about five blocks from me. I told him she knew her number, but no one answered and she didn't know where she lived. He said, "Oh, well, she's not all there." WTF?!? Sorry, but that's how I felt! Jeeze, Dad! Get a freakin' clue! Anyway, he left for the pool without her because she was taking too long to get ready, and she was supposed to stay home with mom and one older sister (who, btw is in school with Randy, my 9th grader-he knows her). Dad calls home and they don't even know she's gone. *sigh* He thanks me and I leave, totally dumb-founded. Dh said, "You should have just called the police." Yeah, well that's how kids end UP in foster care. I don't think that would have helped this little girl at all. She was SO scared, but 100% trusting of me. THAT'S scary. Especially since if she'd have made it a few more blocks there's a registered sex offender living on that street. What would have happened if HE'D found her??? I hope they keep a better eye on her from now on. Freaky.
Oh, and we've got grass/wild fires about 5 miles from my house. I *think* they have them contained. Half my town lost power earlier today because of them and it STINKS outside. The joys of Colorado. :p
I'm going to PT as soon as N goes home, then coming home and having a drink. :)