FYI: If you’re going to lose a child, the very best place to do it is at an elementary school, right as class is let out for the day. There will be a calm, collected staff person who has the presence of mind to call everyone to attention, as well as a surfeit of knowing parents who are eager to spring instantly to action, scouring the area for the toddler in the black moon boots. Girl or boy? What grade? What’s her name? What does she look like? Mine was apparently not the only heart that stopped this afternoon.

Point of interest: Should I be worried that my baby girl will, without hesitation, leap into the arms of any strange man passing by?