My son runs out into parking lots now. Soooo, that’s a lot of fun.
Ninety nine percent of the time, I’ve got his hand before we get close to an exit. The other one percent of the time, I KNOW he’s not running out the door into traffic…or so I thought.
When I pick him up at school, he runs down the hallway giggling (how could I not let him do that!?), stops at the door, and waits. Then, we walk out holding hands, and HE makes me stop to check for cars. I think that’s the only time I let him run ahead of me when there’s a possibility he could go out the door.
The other day, we were with friends, including his “best girl” Lily, and he and Lily BOLTED out the door of a restaurant into the parking lot. I was held back by some other people also leaving and couldn’t get to him until I pretty much knocked my friend down to get past him to chase my boy in the parking lot.
He got an earful and a timeout on the sidewalk. I said a prayer of thanks.
The next day, he tried to run out of Target ahead of my husband.
Yes, we hold his hand walking across the parking lot and the street and what-not, but this running ahead business is bananas! Both times my husband and I were unable to get to him right away. I'm not naive to think that he knows the all dangers or remembers what we tell him about cars and parking lots, but this just came out of no where -- as everything usually does with these kids.
Since these incidents, I’ve got hold of him from the time we walk in some place to the time I buckle him in the car to leave no matter where we’re at.