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Originally Posted by BucEyedPea
That happened to me when mine was three, at the mall but she walked into an expensive jewelry store, looked up at the lady behind the glass counter and said she couldn't find her mom. That lady got her to security where I found her. I was just reading a book for a second, or so I thought in a book store and she took off across the other side of the mall.
Oh and I love the saying making a difference in the life of a child—I do it everyday.
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Yeah, I was headed to mall security when I saw the dad, and it was pretty obvious that he was the dad. He was running and his eyes were big and he was looking in every nook and cranny. I figure that can't be a good feeling. He was moving fast enough that I couldn't even say anything. I just waved him toward the Cinnabon and then caught up with him before he passed it.