When my son was about 2 years old our family was traveling, staying in a big hotel with an elevator. The elevator door opened and my son bounded in. I thought my husband was holding the door open as we figured out how to get all our luggage into the elevator. He thought I was holding the door. Bet you can guess what happened.
Terrified I tore down the steps which were, thankfully, by the elevator. SO I left the stairwell on the floor where heard my precious child screaming with fear.
I taught him if he ever needed help to find a policeman. He always did listen to me.
That story popped into my head after the post Amethyst Mahoney shared yesterday about the lost boy trusting the superheroes to help him.