We met your five-year-old son at the park today. A large play-park in Chico, over an hour’s drive from our home. He played with my two kids, ages 5 and 6. He just latched on to us. We had a nice time, and Kevin seemed very sweet.
We played with Kevin and another boy, Timmy–whose dad was right there–for a solid hour. During that hour, no grown-up checked in with Kevin at all. No adult supervised him, other than my wife and me–two total strangers.
Disturbing, don’t you think?
When it came time for us to leave, we said good by to Timmy as he trotted off with his dad. And then we said goodbye to your Kevin. He looked lost and wandered to the new play-ship in the park.
Kevin’s Mom and Dad, you should fire your babysitter.
As Kevin wandered aimlessly, alone, my wife and I watched. We couldn’t leave until we were sure he had a grown-up. We were prepared to call the cops. I asked Kevin where his grown-up was, and he didn’t know. I began walking with him from adult to adult, asking, “Is this your babysitter? How about that one? Is that her?” We did this for about 8 minutes, looking for your five-year old’s babysitter.
I had my cell phone out to inform the cops of an abandoned child.
In the nick of time, a tall, blonde, young woman approached with a big, fake smile. “I was looking for you by the sandbox,” she said. Liar. We had played there for a good 15 minutes before saying our goodbye’s. Your son’s babysitter was hiding somewhere talking on her cell phone with her ditzy friends, neglecting your 5 year old.
I confronted her. Where have you been all day? This child needs adult interaction and supervision. We haven’t seen you this whole time. I was about to call the police.
We turned over Kevin to the mindless child in charge of him, and left. Margi couldn’t stand it. Sitting in our car, we watched as Kevin finally was given water and some attention. Margi wrote a note to you, informing you of the incident. She wanted Kevin to slip it into his pocket, but the Neglectful Babysitter was suddenly attentive. So, Margi marched over there, and gave her a healthy dose of Mamma Bear.
It was beautiful. We cheered when she returned to the car.
I wish I could contact you directly, Kevin’s Mom and Dad. I don’t blame you. I’m sure you’d be upset if you knew. And that’s the problem. You don’t know and you can’t know because the only one who could tell you doesn’t even know he’s being neglected.
Sad, isn’t it. Maybe every mom and dad should do a little spying on their babysitters.
You’ve done a good job with Kevin. He was well-clothed and clean; his hair was trimmed. He was polite; he had a gentle spirit. He was a good playmate for our kids. Too bad he was so alone while under your babysitter’s sorry excuse for care.
I hope you read this and take action.