"If anybody says anything creepy to you, scream really loud."
Yes, those were my brilliant words of widsom as I left my 10-year-old son to go to the men's room at Fenway Park yesterday.
Just like moms with sons and dads with daugthers everywhere, I've been trying to figure out tho whole "when can they go into a public restroom alone" thing for almost 10 years. I still get flak from the boys when I pause to question the safety of letting them "go" alone, and I continue to question it long after the going is done.
Maybe it's because I kind of hate going places with large crowds. Or maybe it's because I really hate public restrooms. I mean really.
So when is a reasonable age to let your child leave your sight and explore the wonders of urinal cakes without a parent present? This story addresses the issue pretty well.
I tend to be on the relaxed side of stranger danger worries. I know most people who will do creepy things to your kids are creeps you already know.
But that won't likely stop me from standing outside the men's room door, listening for signs of anything creepy.
