Permission to Parent, Part 1: Can They Do That?
My stomach and heart clenched up when I received my daughter’s message. “Dad is going to drop us off at the mall while he runs an errand.” My children were 6th and 4th graders at the time. “He what????” I wanted to reply. But I didn’t. First I fumed for a full two minutes. Then I surveyed my options: I could coincidentally be at that very mall at the exact same time my girls were wandering amidst a crowd of predator strangers; I could call and tell him exactly what I thought of that plan and threaten to take him
