It was a cop's wife who saw my 3.5 year old daughter sitting on the curb and took her in for the morning until they could find out who she was and belonged to. They went shopping with the cop's baby and she generally had a very good time. She wasn't scared. She'd gone into my mom's, climbed the step stool, and dialed the operator, but couldn't tell her any info except that we worked at a radio station. Then she got bored and walked to the end of the street.

My mother and husband got their wires crossed, so she'd been dropped off at my mom's to be taken to pre-school, but mom was already at work, as was I. I didn't know she was "missing" until I went to pick her up. I was SO scared and, then, so gratefull to find her being so well cared for. I met the cop at his house, met his wife and got my daughter back. It could have ended so differently.

One thing we've always been sure of with my grandson, from early on, he KNOWS where he lives, address, names, phone numbers, etc. so it did make an impression on my daughter, plus we stressed it after that.