I opened the door at 8.30pm the other night to a lone 4 year old asking if my DD was playing out.
I didn't think really, just said 'no, she's in bed..' and off he ranout of sight.
Took me a few seconds to think 'Hey, wait a minute...' I know the kid as he and siblings come round regularly to play with DD. I only know the parents very slightly, they live round the corner. Since this kid has turned four he has apparently been deemed old enough to play out on the street by himself or with older siblings (approx 8 and 6, and I watched the eight-year-old knocked down by a car from my window when she was six)
AIBU to be shocked that this four-year-old has the run of the street, which is by no means a quiet cul-de-sac but a fairly busy through road...? I am prepared to be told to butt my nose out and stop being judgey, but I'm scared for the kid.