Today at 6:40 a concerned mother asked if we knew where her son was. I asked when he had come and she said she didn’t know when, her grandmother had been dropping him off all summer. He was nine. I didn’t know him by name, which means he was a good kid, or had been flying barely under the radar. I told the woman we had kicked some kids out around 4 and did she know Daniel. She did not. Someone who knew Daniel had taken the kids somewhere to someone because we were on the verge of calling the cops to take them home. (We did this once before for another kid who was throwing rocks at cars.)

Finding child care stinks. Paying for child care is probably impossible on minimum wage, but letting your fourth grader roam the town? She is not the only one either.

Our policy on unattended children focuses on behavior rather than age, and our director was a teacher and gives them too many chances. And she usually goes home about 3:30-4:00.

These kids belong to the FTA. Future Thugs of America.

School starts tomorrow. We are one block from a grade school and five from the middle school. Fortunately, the library provides free after school daycare.

I need to figure out how to tell my boss that sometimes we have to choose between helping well-behaved adult and children patrons check out books and print things on the computer and… recess duty.

It will be chaos from 3:30 on.