Seriously, I lost, on average, two years each time I’d thought I lost a child. And most of those times, both Daddy and I were there taking care of everyone.
It can happen in a split second.
Once at an amusement park/petting zoo, Logan (three at the time) ran to look at something on the way to the car. I was heavily pregnant, and was probably ushering him into the back seat while I put the stroller in the back. Then he was gone. I couldn’t see ANYWHERE he could have gone, so I promptly peeled out of my parking space, flew into a Magnum PI j-turn and screeched to a halt across the exit. No one was leaving the parking lot until I found my boy. Some panic-stricken moments (ohdeargod someone could have taken him, there are woods all around here, damn my huge self) later, my girlfriend spied little Logan running up and down the median strip in the parking lot, which had been fenced off with that bright-orange plastic fencing that always remind me of six-pack holders. He was just a little shorter than the fence, and was having a grand old time while I shut down the place and shouted my head off about my LITTLE BOY, MISSING, THREE, BLOND, OVERALLS!
I have several other stories along those lines, but my blood pressure is already up just from recalling that one.
ParentHacks stumbled on it first by suggesting a message with a Sharpie on the tummy, but I really like this idea. Who can find a Sharpie when you need one? I’d rather keep tattoos in my purse and brand my children before going into the breach once more.Enter Safety Tat. I haven’t even read half of the landing page, and I’m already determined to buy three of everything they have. The photo front and center says it all: a smiling child with a temporary tattoo bearing her name and a cell phone number. Good lord almighty in a pear tree, why haven’t we thought of that?? I think
Gotta go find my credit card, stat.